Birds sing, Theres not a cloud in the sky
Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
I see, a bunch of hippies crying
Nowhere in sight is there anything gray.
Like waking up from a fucked up dream,
Suddenly everythings looking good.
Theres been no permanent damage done,
Yeah August 8th came right when it should.
I see, a bunch of hippies crying
Nowhere in sight is there anything gray.
Like waking up from a fucked up dream,
Suddenly everythings looking good.
Theres been no permanent damage done,
Yeah August 8th came right when it should.
1 comment:
Can you ever hate hippies too much?
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