It's june 9'th 2010. My heart is full and so is my mind. Life's been going by so fast the past week, and the impressions are overwhelming. I need to get away. I'm in the city and I know just the place. I steal away from my friends and take the shortest way to central park from broadway. The entrance is a new one to me, and as i start walking I realize where I am. Strawberry fields. As I cross the Imagine mosaic memorial I see some trees over by a small field and decide to look for a place to rest. I find the perfect spot. I lie down on the grass with children playing near by. As I look up at the sky all my thoughts can get organized. My heart is still as well as my mind.
One hour later I walk across the park a new refreshed person. Ready for more of the big city life of New York.
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.
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.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always know sometimes think it's me, but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
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