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A long long time ago
I can remember yet how that music had made me, smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make the people dance
And perhaps they are happy a while.
But February would shudder made me
With each paper, I would deliver
Bad messages on the threshold
I could not stepped take one
I cannot remember if I cried
If I read around its widowed bride
But something touched me deeply in
The music died the day
So Bye Bye, American pie misses
My chevy to the levee drove
But the levee was dry
Good old boys drank and it whiskey and rye
Sing, be becomes that this the day, that die I
The day will be this, that die I
It made write the book of the love
And you makes have belief in God above
If the Bible you so tell
It makes believe in rocks 'n roll
Can music except your mortal soul
And you can teach me how to dance really slowly
I know goods that you are in love with it
You cause seen would have, that I you, that in the gym dances
You both stepped from your shoes
Man, I dig the rhythm and blues from
I was a solitary youthful broncing ram
With a pink carnation and an increasing truck
But I knew that I was out of good fortune
The music died the day
I began singing
So Bye Bye, American pie misses
My chevy to the levee drove
But the levee was dry
Good old boys drank and it whiskey and rye
Sing, be becomes that this the day, that die I
The day will be this, that die I
Now for ten years, we ourselves were
And moss steinigt fat on a rolling are awake
But that is not how it had been
As the jester for the king and the king sung has
In one, it has painted lent director of clamps
And a voice that came me of you and
Alas, and, while the king regarded down
The jester stole its thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No sentence was returned
And, while Lennon reads a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we have darken sung grave songs in that
The music died the day
We sang
So Bye Bye, American pie misses
My chevy to the levee drove
But the levee was dry
Good old boys drank and it whiskey and rye
Sing, be becomes that this the day, that die I
The day will be this, that die I
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew from with a fall-out protection
Eight miles highly and falling quickly
It landed rotten out of on the grass
The players have expel tried for a front
With the jester on the side-lines in a shower
Now that air was half time sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching melody
We rose everyone to dance
Alas, but we never received the chance
Cause that the players tried to take the field
The marching volume rejected to yielded
You zurückrufen make, what open beard became
The music died the day
We began singing
Bye Bye, American pie misses
My chevy to the levee drove
But the levee was dry
Good old boys drank and it whiskey and rye
Sing, be becomes that this the day, that die I
The day will be this, that die I
Alas, and there we were all in a place
A generation lost in place
$Without time leave to begin again
So that on comes, jack is is fast agile, jack
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the only friend of the devil
Alas, and, when I watched it on the step
My hands were compressed in fists of the fury
No angel of that born is in hell
Break could that satan spells
And, when the flames climbed highly into the night
In order to ignite the sacrifical rite
I saw satan laughing with joy
The music died the day
It sang
Bye Bye, American pie misses
My chevy to the levee drove
But the levee was dry
Good old boys drank and it whiskey and rye
Sing, be becomes that this the day, that die I
The day will be this, that die I
I encountered a girl, who sang the blues
And I asked it for some happy messages
But it only smiled and turned away
I am descended to the holy business
Where I had belonged the music years before
But the man said there the music woudn t game
And on the street, the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But no word was spoken
The church bells that were broken everyone
And the three man admires that I most
The father, son and the holy intellect
They caught the last train for the coast
The music died the day
They sang Bye Bye, missing American pie
My chevy to the levee drove
But the levee was dry
They drank good old boys whiskey and rye
Sing, be becomes that this the day, that die I