I told you about strawberry fields You know, the place where nothing is real
Well, here's another place you can go Where everything flows
Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the walrus and me, man You know that we're as close as can be, man.
Well, here's another clue for you all The walrus was Paul
Standing on a cast iron shore, yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah
Looking through a glass onion
Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the fool on the hill I tell you, man, he's living there still
Well, here's another place you can be Listen to me
Fixing a hole in the ocean Trying to make a dove-tall joint, yeah
Looking through a glass onion
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