My tragic loss
Good morning, good morning. Do you want to know a secret? I want to tell you something: I will. I’ve got a feeling you know what to do. Because, with a little help from my friends, it won’t be long, long, long, long – what goes on, we can work it out. Come together in my life: every little thing within you, without you, – misery, fixing a hole, rain – carry that weight, any time at all. Tomorrow never knows yesterday. Here, there and everywhere, across the universe there’s a place free as a bird, in spite of all the danger. Think for yourself what goes on: things we said today, two of us. Let it be the long and winding road: slow down, act naturally. Getting better? All together now, flying eight days a week, here comes the sun, good day sunshine, golden slumbers, the inner light. Yes it is.
(46 songs)
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