Flags

The talk among the skeletons this morning Aside from all the medicine and health If you could do it all again, would you do it all the same? Is there something that you'd tell your former self?

There were those that wished they'd spun upon the jukebox There were pirates who had never seen the sea But the one recurring theme, the one recurring dream they had Was to be whatever they wanted to be

To be Pyotr Tchaikovsky To be free, and like everyone else There will be no flags to own me, no 'Cause I just want to be myself

Julie telephoning by a ouija Is there any advice that you could give? When you know you're not like them Do you know La Varsovienne? I know that I am living, but can you show me how to live?

And the Holy Roman Army Said your heart beats like everyone else But you don't need no flags to tell you who you are, so say "I just want to be myself"

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There's an aura that surrounds thee There's a different kind of wealth And I don't need flags to know you're really something And I just love you for yourself Oh, I just love you for yourself

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