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I'm not a leader I'm not a left-wing, rhetoric mobilizing force of one But there was a time way back many years ago, in college, don't laugh But I thought I was a radical I ran the Hemp Liberation League with my boyfriend It was true love, with a common cause And besides that, he was a Sagittarius We used to say that our love was like hemp rope Three times as strong as the rope that you buy domestically And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans But I know there was a problem, every time the group would meet Everyone would light up That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma, human rights Not to mention chemotherapy Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous Use of Fur And he gave no apology He just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion He didn't pull up the sheets, and I think he even smiled as he said to me: "Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke - heh, heh" And I said "No, our dreams went up. . . in dreams . . . You stupid pothead." Letras de canciones And another thing What kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use of Fur? Fur is already dead And besides a name like that doesn't make a good acronym I am older now I know the rising gradual fall of a daily victory And I still write to my senators saying they should legalize cannabis And I should know, 'cause I am a horticulturist I have a husband and two children out in Berkeley And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out Because he's in a cult And he's not allowed to talk to me From Letras Mania