
We’re goin where the grass is free,
and the air is clean
and the Good times are growin'.
and the air is clean
and the Good times are growin'.
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you
About you
But that's not you
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