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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
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