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Soho
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Hippychick
Lyricist:Timothy Brinkhurst, Johnny Marr
It's hard to tell you how I feel without hurting you So try to think about yourself the way that I see you Your life revolves around a force of oppression And I won't deal with true blue devils of correction
Got no flowers for your gun, no hippychick Won't make love to change your mind, no hippychick No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip
Today we'll sit here drinking coffee in your incident room Tonight you'll close the door and lock me in that bare bulb gloom Love, it ain't something riding on a motorbike Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And love, I stopped loving you since the miners' strike
Got no flowers for your gun, no hippychick Won't make love to change your mind, no hippychick No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip No hippychick
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