My friend Jamie pan
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Peter pan of the park
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With flute he pipes his way
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On tree branches he plays
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Until it's dark
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Jamie Pan
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When he gets restless
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He jumps above the tree
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With a hop skip on the jump
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He feels free
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Jamie's mat
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He's filled with glee
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When you move so haphazardly
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And our playground so free
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Jamie plays, Jamie play, play, play
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And he gets faceless
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He jumps above up the tree
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With a hop skip on the jump
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He feels free
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Shall we let the state believe
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From your book let us take a look
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Absurd is (?) a players release
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Closer to sky
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And he gets restless
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He jumps above up the tree
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With a hop skip on the jump
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He feels free
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Free from che guevara
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And all the different minds of ?? (?)
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Tormented by the walls
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How it's so fucked up
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And no one gives a damn
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No one gives a damn
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Jamie Pan
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| Smoke City |
