Song by Strawberry Alarm Clock<br /><br>
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.<br>
Dead kings, many things I can't define.<br>
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.<br>
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.<br>
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Who cares what games we choose?<br>
Little to win, but nothing to lose.<br>
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Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.<br>
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.<br>
Look at yourself, look at yourself,<br>
Yeah, yeah.<br>
Look at yourself, look at yourself,<br>
Yeah, yeah,<br>
Yeah, yeah.<br>
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Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.<br>
Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.<br>
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.<br>
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.<br>
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Who cares what games we choose?<br>
Little to win, but nothing to lose.<br>
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Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.<br>
Dead kings and many things I can't define.<br>
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.<br>
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.<br>
<br>
Who cares what games we choose?<br>
Little to win, but nothing to lose.<br>
<br>
Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.<br>
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Sha-la-la, sha-la-la....<br>
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