that's how it was yesterday seems so far away :
That's how it was yesterday came (almost) suddenly :
But, back then, it was only a northern song - my first ticket to ride, really. A whiter shade of pale which gradually went the blue jay way - by way of the yellow submarine.
Not enough inner light perhaps. Then, a day in the life, as all things must pass, I saw the light and wondered if I really had to carry that weight... Although Uncle Albert, Dear Prudence and Maggie Mae were quite adamant about such a revolution, they finally came through the bathroom window and agreed that something had to be done for the norwegian wood. So, one after 909, that old brown shoe of I, me, mine was sent to Dr. Robert. His blackbirds and little piggies had a hard day's night, here, there and everywhere, eight days a week. But with a little help from my friends, it was obviously getting better.
Any advice about how it could be tomorrow never knows ?
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. axel
