Oh, that magic feeling...

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Zoots

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One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream...

Came true today
Came true today
Came true today

Yes it did!
Ah ah ah ah ah ahh...


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Appreciate pls!
 
Aaaand in the end ...

The love you take ...

Is eeeeequallll tooooo the loooooooooooove ....

You make!

Ahhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!






(Her majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot to say ....

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day ....

I want to tell her that I love her a lot, but I gotta get a belly full of wine ...

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl, someday I'm gonna make her mine, oh yeah ....

Someday I'm gonna make her mine.)
 

Oh look out
She came in through the bathroom window,
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own lagoon

Didn’t anybody tell her
Didn’t anybody see
Sundays on the phone to Monday
Tuesdays on the phone to me.

She said she’d always been a dancer
She worked at fifteen clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew I could not say.
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob.


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LemonMelon said:
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The Abbey Road Medley > All other music ever created

Yes. By anyone.

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You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down

I never give you my number
I only give you my situation
And in the middle of investigation
I break down

Out of college, money spent
See no future, pay no rent
All the money's gone, nowhere to go
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Nowhere to go

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...



Boy – you’re gonna carry that weight,
Carry that weight a long time.
I never give you my pillow,
I only send you my invitations,
And in the middle of the celebrations I break down.
 
If only this was their last album.

Not that I didn't want any more Beatles material, but this is the perfect way to go out.
 
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