Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
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
But it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad.
Always, no sometimes think it's me,
but you know I know when it's a dream
I think, er No, I mean, er, Yes
But it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree
Let me take you down
'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever.
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