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Ba-ba, ba-ba |
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Ba-ba, ba-ba |
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Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind |
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Dead kings, many things I can't define |
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Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind |
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Incense and peppermints, the color of time |
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Who cares what games we choose? |
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Little to win, but nothin' to lose |
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Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns |
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Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around |
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Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah |
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Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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To divide the cockeyed world in two |
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Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do |
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Beatniks and politics, nothin' is new |
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A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view |
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Who cares what games we choose? |
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Little to win, but nothin' to lose |
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Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind |
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Dead kings, many things I can't define |
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Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind |
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Incense and peppermints, the color of time |
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Who cares what games we choose? |
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Little to win, but nothin' to lose |
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Incense, peppermints |
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Incense, peppermints |
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Sha-la-la |
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Sha-la-la |
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Sha-la-la |
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Sha-la-la |
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Sha-la-la |
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Sha-la-la |
