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Mother, you had me, but I never had you
I wanted you, you didn't want me
So I, I just got to tell you
Goodbye, goodbye
Father, you left me, but I never left you
I needed you, you didn't need me
So I, I just got to tell you
Goodbye, goodbye
Children, don't do what I have done
I couldn't walk and I tried to run
So I, I just got to tell you
Goodbye, goodbye
Mama don't go
Daddy come home
(repeat 9 more times)
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Hold on John, John hold on
Its gonna be alright
You gonna win the fight
Hold on Yoko, Yoko hold on
It's gonna be alright
You gonna make the flight
When you're by yourself
And there's no-one else
You just tell yourself
To hold on
Hold on world, world hold on
Its gonna be alright
You gonna see the light
When you're one
Really one
You get things done
Like they never been done
So hold on hold on
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I told you before, stay away from my door
Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother
The freaks on the phone, won't leave me alone
So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother No!
I found out!
I found out!
Now that I showed you what I been through,
Don't take nobody's word what you can do,
There ain't no Jesus gonna come from the sky
Now that I found out I know I can cry
I - I found out!
I - I found out!
Some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand
Don't get you nowhere don't make you a man
I heard something 'bout my ma and pa
They didn't want me so they made me a star
I - I found out!
I - I found out!
Old Hare Krishna got nothing on you
Just keep you crazy with nothing to do
Keep you occupied with pie in the sky
There ain't no Guru who can see through your eyes
I - I found out!
I - I found out!
I seen through junkies I been through it all
I seen religion from Jesus to Paul
Don't let them fool you with dope and cocaine
Can't do you no harm to feel your own pain
I - I found out!
I - I found this out!
I - I found out...
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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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People say we got it made don't they know we're so afriad
We're afraid to be alone, everbody got to have a home
Isolation
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
Isolation
All the world is a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
Isolation
I don't expect you to understand
After you caused so much pain
But the again you're not to blame
your just a human, a victim of the insane
We're afrain of everyone, afraid of the sun
Isolation
The Sun will never disappear
But the world my not have many years
Isolation
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Remember when you were young
How the hero was never hung
Always got away
Remember how the man
Used to leave you empty handed
Always, always let you down
If you ever change your mind
About leaving it all behind
Remember, remember, today
Don't you worry
‘Bout what you've done
Don’t feel sorry
'Bout the way it's gone
Remember when you were small
How people seemed so tall
Always had their way
Remember your ma and pa
Just wishing for movie stardom
Always, always playing a part
If you ever feel so sad
And the whole world is driving you mad
Remember, remember, today
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Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved
Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved
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Well well well oh well well well well oh well
I took my loved one out to dinner
So we could get a bite to eat
And though we both had been much thinner
She looked so beautiful I could eat her
Well well well oh well well well well oh well
I took my loved one to a big field
So we could watch the english sky
We both were nervous feeling guilty
And neither one of us knew just why
Well well well oh well well well well oh well
Well well well oh well well well well oh well....
We sat and talked of revolution
Just like two liberals in the sun
We talked of womens liberation
And how the hell we could get things done
Well well well oh well well well oh well
I took my loved one to a big field
So we could catch the english sky
We both were nervous feeling guilty
And neither one of us knew just why
Well well well oh well well well oh well
Well well well oh well well well oh well....
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Look at me
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Look at me
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
Look at me
Oh my love oh my love
Here I am
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Here I am
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
Here I am
Oh my love oh my love
Look at me. Oh please look at me, my love
Here I am—oh my love
Who am I?
Nobody knows but me
Nobody knows but me
Who am I?
Nobody else can see
Just you and me
Who are we?
Oh my love oh my love
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God is a concept,
By which we measure
Our pain.
I'll say it again.
God is a concept,
By which we measure
Our pain.
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-Ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that's reality.
The dream is over,
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dreamweaver,
But now I'm reborn.
I was the walrus,
But now I'm John.
And so dear friends,
You just have to carry on
The dream is over.
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My mummy's dead
I can't get it through my head
Though it's been so many years
My mummy's dead
It's hard to explain
So much pain
I could never show it
My mummy's dead
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