I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
I came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now I suck her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoo
I said she'd always been a dancer
I worked at 15 clubs a day
And though I thought He knews the answer
Well He knews but He could not say.
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.
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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