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Old james dean monroe
Hands out flowers at the shop-n-go
Hopes for money but all he gets is fear
And the wind blows up his coat
And this he scribbles on a perfume note
’if I’m not here, then you’re not here’
And he says,
’call me miscreation,
I’m a walking celebration’
[chorus]
And it’s hard to make a stand
And it’s hard to make a stand
It’s hard to make a stand
It’s hard to make s stand
My friend, o lawdy,
Went to take care of her body,
And she got shot down in the road
She looked up before she went,
Said, ’this isn’t really what I meant’
And the daily news said, ’two with one stone’
And I say,
’hey there, miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting’
Chorus
Yes it is
We got loud guitars and big suspicions,
Great big guns and small ambitions,
And we still argue over who is god
And I say,
’hey there, miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting’
I say,
’hey there, miscreation,
We all need a revelation’
Chorus
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