| I can still remember how
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| That music used to make me smile
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| And I knew if I had my chance
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| That I could make those people dance
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| And maybe they’d be happy for a while
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| But February made me shiver
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| With every paper I’d deliver
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| Bad news on the doorstep
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| I couldn’t take one more step
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| I can’t remember if I cried
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| When I read about his widowed bride
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| But something touched me deep inside
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| The day the music died**
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| So…
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| (Chorus)
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| Bye, bye Miss American Pie
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| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
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| Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
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| Singin' this’ll be the day that I die
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| This’ll be the day that I die
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| Did you write the book of love
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| And do you have faith in God above
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| If the Bible tells you so?
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| Now do you believe in rock and roll?
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| Can music save your mortal soul?
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| And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
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| Well, I know that you’re in love with him
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| 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
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| You both kicked off your shoes
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| Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
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| I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
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| With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
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| But I knew I was out of luck
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| The day the music died
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| I started singin'
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| (Chorus)
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| Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
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| And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
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| But, that’s not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen
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| In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
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| And a voice that came from you and me Oh nd while the king was looking down
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| The jester stole his thorny crown
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| The courtroom was adjourned
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| No verdict was returned
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| And while Lennon read a book on Marx
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| The quartet practiced in the park
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| And we sang dirges in the dark |