| Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby,
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| What do you, what do you think I saw?
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| Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
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| «Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?»
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| And you know how it is;
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| I really don’t know what time it was, woh, oh,
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| So I asked them if I could stay awhile.
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| I didn’t notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
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| Really out of my mind.
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| Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
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| «Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
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| Get in line.»
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| Well you know,
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| They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
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| Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.
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| Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
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| And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it?
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| There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
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| Ah, not trying to fight it.
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| You really don’t care if they’re coming, oh, oh,
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| I know that it’s all a state of mind, ooh.
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| If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
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| You better open your eyes.
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| Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care, don’t care, really don’t
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| Which, which way the pressure lies,
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| So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now.
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| So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
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| Where the spirits go now,
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| Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
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| I really don’t know. |