Lyrics for the Day — If 6 Was 9

And for this election season…

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Yeah, sing the song brother

If the sun refuse to shine
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
If the mountains
Fell in the sea
let it be
It ain’t me
Alright ‘cos I got my own world to look through
And I ain’t gonna copy you

Now if a 6 turned out to be 9
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
If all the hippies
Cut off all their hair
I don’t care
I don’t care
Dig
‘Cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you

White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high
High

Wave on
Wave on

Falling mountains
Just don’t fall on me
Point on mister businessman
You can’t dress like me
Nobody know what I’m talking about
I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s gonna to die
When it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life
The way I want to

Sing on brother
Play on brother

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