Rearranging the atoms in my hairdo Gets me thinking bout Good times I had with you Back in the Sixties when love was free Never need to worry bout my G.C.E Dying of boredom in your plastic home Pretty the pictures, work to the bone Dont be depressed You can just pick up the phone But it wont answer cos Theres noone home Count your possessions out one by one Include your lovers, include the one You threw away in nineteen sixty three Include me out, dont label me
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