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HEYJUDE > Kris..my son, reflecting at the Vietnam Wall
HEYJUDE > Kris..my son, reflecting at the Vietnam Wall Washington DC
HEYJUDE > Kris..my son, reflecting at the Vietnam Wall
HEYJUDE > Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise.
HEYJUDE > Kris reflecting at the Vietnam Wall
HEYJUDE > Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise.
HEYJUDE > Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?
HEYJUDE > If I could read your mind love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel The kind that drugstores sell When you reach the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me But heroes often fail And you won't read that book again Because the ending's just too hard to take...Gordon Lightfoot
Kris..my son, reflecting at the Vietnam Wall
HEYJUDE > Kris..my son, reflecting at the Vietnam Wall
Kris..my son, reflecting at the Vietnam Wall
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