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I told you about Strawberry Fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go,
where everything flows
Looking through the bent backed tulips
to see how the other half lives,
looking through a glass onion
I told you about the walrus and me, man
You know that we're as close as can be, man
Well here's another clue for you all:
the walrus was Paul
Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah,
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah,
looking through a glass onion
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
looking through a glass onion
I told you about the fool on the hill,
I tell you man he's living there still
Well here's another place you can be,
listen to me
Fixing a hole in the ocean,
trying to make a dove-tail joint, yeah,
looking through a glass onion
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