And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
Its getting hard to be someone,
It doesnt matter much to me
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
No one, I think, is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can’t, you know, tune in,
That is, I think its not too bad
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Always, no, sometimes, think its me
But, you know, I know when its a dream
I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes,
That is, I think I disagree
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
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