| Bueno chicos
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| Prepárense, para hacer este bolero
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| Let me take you down
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| Cause Im going to strawberry fields
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| Nothing is real
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| And nothing to get hung about
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| Strawberry fields, forever
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| Living is easy with eyes closed
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| Misunderstanding all you see
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| Its getting hard to be someone
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| But its all works out
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| It doesnt matter much to me
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| Let me take you down
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| Cause Im going to strawberry fields
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| (Strawberry fields)
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| Nothing is real
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| And nothing to get hung about
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| Strawberry fields, forever
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| No one think is in my tree
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| I mean it must be high or low
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| That is you cant you know tune in
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| But its all right
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| That is I think its not too bad
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| (Think its not too bad)
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| Let me take you down
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| Cause Im going to strawberry fields
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| (Strawberry fields)
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| Nothing is real
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| And nothing to get hung about
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| Strawberry fields, forever
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| Strawberry fields, forever
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| Strawberry fields, forever
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| Hmmm
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| Aaaah
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| Hmmm |