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T. I. N. A. D. S.
© Enjoy Your Symptom Records, all rights reserved worldwide (ASCAP).
Walking through the park one day
I saw a little girl say
Run with me and sing aloud
Beneath the flowers, amidst the clouds
Hold my hand, shed my clothes
Nature's child, the Earth we own
Roll on the trees, roll up the grass
Inhale the dream that makes you one with meCome with me…
Come be free…
Come with me…If you go to San Francisco, you should wear some flowers in your hair
The park was bright, the wind divine
We felt so free, we felt so high
Went up the hill, came tumbling down
Peace and love fell by the pound
I want some fruit, to wash my pants
We don't need things, we just need cash
The city is kind, I met a kind man
He said, "Free Love," just take his hand from meCome with me…
Come be free…
Come with me…When you're high you never ever want to come down
A little bit of weed, a little bit of money
"Come back later, when it's not so sunny."
He combed her hair, a new breed of clothes
Down on her knees, down on all fours
Down on her back, the needle informs
So many in the room, a gang full of porn
I'm so proud of my queen. She is my gal
Survive this round of peace and hell for meCome with me…
Come be free…
Come with me…If you go to San Francisco, be sure to wear your credit cards