I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker With Flowers In My Hair taby ukulele według Sandi Thom

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CHORUS
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Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
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I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
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Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

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When the head of state didn't play guitar,
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Not everybody drove a car,
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When music really mattered and radio was king,
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When accountants didn't have control
        Em7
And the media couldn't buy your soul
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And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

Chorus

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Chorus

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super-info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Chorus

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I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
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Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair