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Orange Air (Digitally Remastered 1997) - The 5th Dimension
How rude How crude
She said that I should
Come to such an end
With my hair too long
To work at the local bank
Her mother wanted her
To marry the rich young
Son of some old friend
And I did not quite fit in
With just myself to thank
A long silent summer
It didn't matter
Who cut my hair or
Who was my hatter
And then the night Jasmine came
Clinging to her hair and lingered there
And there was orange air
There was orange air
I remember kissing her
That sad last night
Through the screen
So hard I had a checkered
Mouth and nose
She sold out so quickly
That before I knew what hit me
She was laughing with the others
At my funny clothes
A long silent summer
It didn't matter
Who cut my hair or
Who was my hatter
And then the night Jasmine
Came clinging to her hair
And lingered there
And there was orange air
There was orange air
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