| Lyric | Song |
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| What would you think if I sang out of tune? | |
| … I can’t forget the time or place where we just met. | |
| This happened once before, when I came to your door ... | |
| She’s not a girl who misses much | |
| In … there is a barber showing photographs | |
| Here come old flattop. He come groovin’ up slowly. | |
| Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical science in the home. | |
| … please believe me. | |
| I’d like to be under the sea | |
| …the world is round, it turns me on | |
| Once there was a way to get back homeward | |
| Boy, you’re gonna …, … a long time | |
| Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC | |
| When I call you up, your line’s engaged. | |
| I told 'bout Strawberry Fields, you know the place where nothing is real | |
| Desmond has a barrow in the market place | |
| The world is treatin' me bad, ... | |
| When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide | |
| Oh dear, what can I do? …, and I’m feelin’ blue. | |
| …, ma belle | |
| | Lyric | Song |
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| Is there anybody going to listen to my story? | |
| One day, you’ll look to see I’ve gone | |
| Ooh, I need your love babe | |
| Look …, I’m feeling blue and lonely | |
| … I’ll buy you a diamond ring, my friend, if it makes you feel alright | |
| I think I’m gonna be sad. I think it’s today, yeah. | |
| ... in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover | |
| You say, “yes.” I say, “no.” You say, “stop,” and I say, “Go, go go!” | |
| Well, she was just seventeen, and you know what I mean. | |
| … You know I love you. I’ll always be true. | |
| You’ll never know how much I really love you. You'll never know how much I really care. | |
| …in your heart? …in your mind? | |
| There are places I remember, all my life, though some have changed. | |
| Ahh, look at all the lonely people. | |
| In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed the sea. | |
| I was alone. I took a ride. I didn't know what I would find there. | |
| It was twenty years ago today | |
| We were talking about the space between us all. | |
| When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now | |
| I read the news today. Oh, boy. | |
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