| All God’s children give good phone
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| I called Jesus, he’s not home so
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| I’m so pleased to talk to you
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| Trees and walks, I love them too
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| Threatened species, they adore me Flower children never bore me But all the things we share are
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| Better left unsaid
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| When you can give me head
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| And run your fingers through my hair
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, You could be the one
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| We can meditate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| Let’s call it fate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| To get your flowers pressed
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| Just get undressed
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| I’m so glad to find you here
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| Mystic people, they’re so dear
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| I don’t like the rest, your sign’s the best
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| Whatever it is I’m most impressed
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| I don’t need to understand
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| The laying on of hands
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| I’m in a hurry to get my karma straight
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| 'Cause life is short and I can’t wait
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| But don’t worry about the state
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| Of this pretty little thing in the armour plate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, You could be the one
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| We can meditate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| Let’s call it fate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| To get your flowers pressed
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| Just get undressed
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| I’m so pleased that you believe
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| Now open up a little let the good times heave
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| We’re going for a ride
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| Destiny can’t be denied
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| But all those precious things are better left unsaid
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| When you can give me head
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| And run your fingers though my hair
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, You could be the one
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| We can meditate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| Let’s call it fate
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| To get your flowers pressed
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one
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| Just get undressed
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| Love
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| Is all you need. |