Fredo, you broke my heart - an original song

© 2020
(with a bit of Pachelbel's 'Canon' in D)

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I was raised by the Beatles
I was raised by Paul
John was me father
When I was small

All those nights by the fire
Of a blistering rage
Quelled my desire
Of teenage swage

No one is holding your hand
She no longer loves you. The End.

Four of my heroes
Where are you now
Two of you soaring
And two kowtow

As the world turns to cinders
We are all forced to fight
Where is your message
Of love and light

All of this time together
No single day apart
Through thick and stormy weather
Why did you break my heart

Sooner than later
You will stand on both knees
Begging for mercy
From ones you appease

As you spite from white towers
All you deem are far-right
Surely forgetting
Your privilege is white

No one is holding your hand
She no longer loves you. The End.

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