Because
Because the world is round
it turns me on
Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh
Because the wind is high
it blows my mind
Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh
Love is all, love is new
Love is all, love is you
Because the sky is blue,
it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
Glass onion
I told you about strawberry
fields
You know the place where
nothing is real
Well here's another place
you can go
Where everything flows.
Looking through the bent
backed tulips
To see how the other half
live
Looking through a glass
onion.
I told you about the walrus
and me-man
You know that we're as close
as can be-man
Well here's another clue
for you all
The walrus was Paul.
Standing on the cast iron
shore-yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make
ends meet-yeah
Looking through a glass
onion.
I told you about the fool
on the hill
I tell you man he living
there still
Well here's another place
you can be
Listen to me.
Fixing a hole in the ocean
Trying to make a dove-tail
joint-yeah
Looking through a glass
onion.
Let It Be
When I find myself in times
of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom,
let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in
front of me
Speaking words of wisdom,
let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom,
let it be.
And when the broken hearted
people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer,
let it be.
For though they may be parted
there is
Still a chance that they
will see
There will be an answer,
let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
There will be an answer,
let it be.
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that
shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow,
let it be.
I wake up to the sound of
music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom,
let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer,
let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom,
let it be.
Lady Madonna
Lady Madonna, children at
your feet
Wonder how you manage to
make ends meet
Who find the money when
you pay the rent
Did you think that money
was heaven sent
Friday night arrives without
a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping
like a nun
Monday's child has learned
to tie his bootlegs
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your
breast
Wonders how you manage to
feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa...
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the
bed
Listen to the music playing
in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never
ending
Wednesday morning papers
didn't come
Thursday night you stocking
needed mending
See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at
your feet
Wonder how you manage to
make ends meet
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