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Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby,
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What do you, what do you think I saw?
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Crowds of people sittin' in the grass
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With flowers in their head said,
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'Oh, say do you wanna score?'
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I really don't know what time it was
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So I asked them to stay awhile.
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I didn't notice but it had grown very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
'Please, hey, would we care to all get in line, get in line'
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
He said that his friends would all drop by
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Why don't you take a good look at yourself
And describe what you see,
Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really don't care if they're coming
I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh.
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Verse 4:
If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don't care,
Really don't care, don't care, really don't
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now.
So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really don't know.
Written by John Paul Jones, James Patrick (jimmy) Page, Robert Anthony Plant