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And nothing to get hung about. |
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Stawberry Fields forever. |
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Living is easy with eyes closed, |
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Misunderstanding all you see. |
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It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, |
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It doesn't matter much to me. |
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Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. |
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And nothing to get hung about. |
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Stawberry Fields forever. |
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No one I think is in my tree, |
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I mean it must be high or low. |
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That is, you know you can't tune in but it's all right, |
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That is, I think it's not too bad. |
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Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. |
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And nothing to get hung about. |
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Stawberry Fields forever. |
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Always know sometimes think it's me, |
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But you know I know and it's a dream. |
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I think I know of thee, ah, yes but it's all wrong, |
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That is, I think I disagree. |
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Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. |
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And nothing to get hung about. |
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Stawberry Fields forever. |
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