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Roll up-Roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up-Roll up for the Mystery Tour
I've got an invitation
To make a reservation
The Magical Mystery Tour is waiting to take you away
Waiting to take you away
Roll up, roll up for the Mystery Tour
They've got everything you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
The Magical Mystery Tour is hoping to take you away
Hoping to take you away
Aaaaaah- The Magical Mystery Tour
Roll up- roll up for the mystery tour
I've got an invitation
To make a reservation
The Magical Mystery Tour is coming to take you away
Coming to take you away
The Magical Mystery Tour is dying to take you away
Dying to take you away-take you today
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When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greeting bottle of wine.
If I'd been out til quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Would you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm 64,
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm 64.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me.
When I'm 64.
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Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the U.S.S.R
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R
Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey don't disconnect the phone
I'm back in the U.S.S.R
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S. Back in the U.S. Back in the U.S.S.R.
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my mind
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.
Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balaliaka's ringing out
Come keep your comrade warm.
I'm back int the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.
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I listen for your footsteps
Coming up the drive
Listen for your footsteps
But they don't arrive
Waiting for your knock dear
On my old front door
I don't hear it
Does it mean you don't love me anymore?
I hear the clock a'ticking
On the mantel shelf
See the hands a'moving
But I'm by myself
I wonder where you are tonight
And why I'm by myself
I don't see you
Does it mean you don't love me any more?
Don't pass me by don't make me cry don't make me blue
'Cause you know darling I love only you
You'll never know it hurt me so
How I hate to see you go
Don't pass me by don't make me cry
I'm sorry that I doubted you
I was so unfair
You were in a car crash
And you lost your hair
You said you would be late
About an hour or two
I said that's alright I'm waiting here
Just waiting to hear from you.
Eleanor Rigby
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people-where do they all come from?
All the lonely people-where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people-where do they all come from?
All the lonely people-where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church, and was buried along with her
name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt of his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people-where do they all come from?
All the lonely people-where do they all belong?
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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you, remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you
I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving-I will send to you
All my loving-darling I'll be true
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving-I will send to you
All my loving-darling I'll be true
All my loving, all my loving
All my loving, I will send to you
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There are places I remember, all my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better.
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places have there moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one compares with you
And these memories lose there meaning
When I think of love, as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
The people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
The people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
In my life, I love you more
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Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with a foolish grin is perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool on the hill as he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill, sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head sees the world spinning round
And nobody seems to like him, they can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings but the
Fool on the Hill
Sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him
The Fool on the Hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
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