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HEYJUDE > We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do
HEYJUDE > In the middle of the Night
HEYJUDE > And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died
HEYJUDE > Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrifical rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the Music Died
HEYJUDE > A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile
HEYJUDE > We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do
HEYJUDE > And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died
HEYJUDE > A Piece of My Heart photo
HEYJUDE > Did you ever know that you're my hero, and ev'rything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
We gotta get out of this place

If it's the last thing we ever do
HEYJUDE > We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place

If it's the last thing we ever do
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