| Beatles
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| Abbey Road
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| You Never Give Me Your Money
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| You never give me your money
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| You only give me your funny paper
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| and in the middle of negotiations
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| you break down
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| I never give you my number
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| I only give you my situation
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| and in the middle of investigation
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| I break down
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| Out of college, money spent
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| See no future, pay no rent
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| All the money’s gone, nowhere to go
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| Any jobber got the sack
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| Monday morning, turning back
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| Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
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| But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
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| Oh, that magic feeling
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| Nowhere to go
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| One sweet dream
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| Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
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| Soon we’ll be away from here
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| Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
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| One sweet dream came true today
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| Came true today
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| Came true today (yes it did)
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| One two three four five six seven,
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| All good children go to Heaven |