You say you want a revolution
but the Constitution
and John Lennon are dead.
Yoko Ono's alone in the bed,
shaking her head over something
John said Yesterday. What a mess today.
I Want to Hold Your Hand,
somebody or anybody's hand.
Do you have a Ticket to Ride?
I lost mine, when John Lennon died.
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