King's Singers - Strawberry Fields Forever Lyrics
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Strawberry Fields Forever
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What Are The Lyrics For Strawberry Fields Forever By King's Singers?
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Firelds) Nothing is real (nothing is real) And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out It doesn't matter much to me Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Fields) Nothing is real (nothing is real) And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right That is I think it's not too bad Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Fields) Nothing is real (nothing is real) And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Always know sometimes think it's me But you know I know when it's a dream I think a no I mean a yes, but it's all so wrong That is I think I disagree Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Fields) Nothing is real (nothing is real) And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever |
Who Wrote Strawberry Fields Forever By King's Singers?
John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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What's The Duration Of The Strawberry Fields Forever By King's Singers?The duration of Strawberry Fields Forever is 3:27 minutes and seconds. |
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