Lyrics of the Last Hippie by Eason Chan

Wear flared trousers and shout anti war

Love & Peace

China and Italy stir up communes, not asceticism

Hate haircuts, love to raise

Love to write a poem

I'm the last one in the universe

Children of Huaguo

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Find eight places

Paste "ha ha ha" by hand

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The Last Hippie

One by one, the colors are changing

The street is like a watercolor

The record player is not on

But there's radio in my head

Follow me day after night

Hustar keeps coming every day

The psychedelic years continue

Shouting love in confusion

Hu……

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in

Transcendental meditation

Give me a sense of emptiness

Find a philosophical direction

Pass through heaven and occupy the stars

I ordered a few notes of incense

I don't do anything in the world

Good at last

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When everyone is willing

Stir fry and show cigars

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I have to refuse to be a good skin

One by one, the colors are changing

The street is like a watercolor

The record player is not on

But there's radio in my head

Follow me day after night

Hustar keeps coming every day

The psychedelic years continue

Shouting love in confusion

Hu……

Again, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Find eight places

Paste "ha ha ha" by hand

2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

The Last Hippie

One by one, the colors are changing

The street is like a watercolor

The record player is not on

But there's radio in my head

Follow me day after night

Hustar keeps coming every day

The psychedelic years continue

Watching the lights turn on

The road signs turn into watercolor

The flowers were not picked

Also satisfied to hair daze

The earth will move and the clouds will open

And then there's the ravine

The psychedelic years continue

It's too practical to be cute