| My friend, Jamie Pan |
| Peter Pan of the park |
|
| With flute he pipes his way |
| On tree branches he plays |
| Until it's dark |
| Jamie Pan |
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| When he gets restless |
| He jumps above the tree |
| With a hop skip on the jump |
| He feels free |
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| Jamie's mat |
| he's filled with glee |
| When you move so haphazardly |
| In our playground you're so
free |
| Jamie plays, Jamie play, play,
play |
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| When he gets restless / faceless |
| He jumps above the tree |
| With a hop skip on the jump |
| He feels freeeeeee |
|
| Shall we let the state believe |
| From your book let us take a
look |
| Absurdities ? |
| Is the players release |
| Closer to sky |
|
| When he gets restless |
| He jumps above the tree |
| With a hop skip on the jump |
| He feels free |
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| Free from Che Guevara |
| And all the different kinds
of ?? |
| Tormented by the world |
| How it's so fucked up |
| And it seems like no one gives
a damm |
| No one gives a damm |
|
| Freeeee Freeeee |
| Freeeee |
