| Gítarinn stilltur niður í D-A-F-C-G-D |
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Let me take you down cos’ I’m going to |
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Strawberry fields 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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It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out |
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It doesn’t matter much to me |
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Let me take you down cos’ I’m going to |
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Strawberry fields 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 I think is in my tree |
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I mean it must be high or low |
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That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s alright |
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That is I think it’s not too bad |
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Let me take you down cos I’m going to |
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Strawberry fields nothing is real |
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And nothing to get hung about |
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Strawberry fields forever |
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Always, no, sometimes think it’s me |
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But you know I know when it’s a dream |
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I think a no I mean a yes but it’s all wrong |
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That is I think I disagree |
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Let me take you down cos’ I’m going to |
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Strawberry fields 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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