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whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard

freedom spins you out of control 'til someone chokes you with a chain

untrained, you never shut up; needs keep you empty

you tell me your blue skies fade to grey, you tell me your passion's gone away

it's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart

I hold the invitation in my hand

with green eyes and blonde hair, she wasn't wearing underwear

forty seven dead beats living in the back street

when you're buried in disguise, by the dark glass on your eyes

oh say, can you see my eyes? if you can, then my hair's too short

and the sign said long haired freaky people need not apply

in the streets of San Francisco, gentle people with flowers in their hair

I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs

like your shoes, love your hair

stepping out of the grey day she came, her red hair falling like the sky

Jesse with the long hair hangin' down