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Come Together Hold you in his armchair, you

can feel his disease


The Beatles
Come together, right now
Shoot me, shoot me Over me
Shoot me, shoot me
Shoot me, right!
Here come old flat-top
He come groovin' up slowly Come, come
He got joo-joo eyeballs Come, come
He one holy roller Come
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker, he just do He roller coaster
what he please He got early warning
He got muddy water
Shoot me, shoot me He one mojo filter
Shoot me, shoot me He say: One and one and one
is three
He wear no shoeshine Got to be good looking, 'cause
He got Toe-jam football he's so hard to see
He got Monkey finger
He shoot Coca-Cola Come together, right now
He say: I know you, you know Over me
me
One thing I can tell you is you Shoot me, shoot me
got to be free Shoot me, oh
Come together, right now Come together, yeah
Over me Come together, yeah
Come together, yeah
Shoot me, shoot me Come together, yeah
Shoot me Come together, yeah
Come together, yeah
He bag production Come together, yeah
He got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard Oh
He one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his Come together, yeah
knee

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