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Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low. That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream. I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. Strawberry Fields forever. |
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Penny lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motor car . The little children laugh at hime behind his back and the banker never wears a "MAC"in the pouring rain, very strange * Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile Back in penny lane there is a fireman with an hour glass And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen He likes to keep his fire engine coean,it's a clean machine * Repeat Full of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile Back behind the shelter in the middle of a round about The pretty nurses selling poppies from a tray She is anyway Penny lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trend And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain Very strange * Repeat There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back * Repeat There beheath the blue suburban skies Penny lane... |
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