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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