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
See photo in gallery

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