It Won't Be Long. We will be free. For No One Knows our Misery. Don't Let Me Down. Don't Pass Me By. Don't ever change. Don't Ask Me Why. I know you feel The Inner Light. The dawn succeeds A Hard Day's Night. Here Comes the Sun so let it shine. The Rain is over. I Feel Fine. I Need You all to make the weather. Cast off those Chains and Come Together. Run For Your Life and take an axe, man. Tell Me Why we need a Taxman. You Can't Do That was Yesterday. Tomorrow – That'll Be The Day, and We Can Work It Out, Get Back Every Little Thing we lack. Then let us dream Like Dreamers Do, Free As A Bird, From Me to You. Because Tomorrow Never Knows, I Will announce the death of prose. Help! We'll make true poetry. The Revolution – Let It Be!
Thirty-two titles. And they SANG Don't Ever Change though they didn't write it. So thirty-two and a half.
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