A long long time ago
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I can still remember
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How that music used to make me smile
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And I knew if I had my chance
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that I could make those people dance
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And maybe they'd be happy for a while
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»ç¶÷µéÀ» ÃãÃß°Ô ÇÒ ¼öµµ ÀÖ¾ú¾î
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Àá½Ãµ¿¾ÈÀ̳ª¸¶ ±×µéÀº ÇູÇϰÚÁö
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But February made me shiver
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with every paper I'd deliver
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Bad news on the doorstep
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I couldn't take one more step
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I can't remember if I cried
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when I read about his widowed bride
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But something touched me deep inside
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The day the music died
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So
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Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
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Drove my chevy to the levee
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But the levee was dry
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And them good old boys were
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drinkin' whiskey and rye
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singin' this'll be the day that I die
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This'll be the day that I die
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¿À´Ã Á×µµ·Ï ¸¶¼Å º¸ÀÚ°í ¸»À̾ß
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Did you write the Book of Love
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And do you have faith in God above
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If the Bible tells you so
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´ç½ÅÀÌ '»ç¶ûÀÇ Ã¥'À» ½è³ª¿ä?
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Do you believe in rock 'n roll
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Can music save your mortal soul
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And can you teach me
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how to dance real slow
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ÇʸêÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À» À½¾ÇÀÌ ±¸ÇÒ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î¿ä
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Well I know that you're in love with him
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Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
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You both kicked off your shoes
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Man I dig those rhythm and blues
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I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
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with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
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But I knew I was out of luck
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The day the music died
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I started singing
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* Repeat Chorus
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Now for ten years
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We've been on our own
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And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
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But that's not how it used to be
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´õ¿í µÎÅÍ¿öÁ®¸¸ °¬¾î
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When the jester sang
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for the King and Queen in a coat
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he borrowed from James Dean
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and a voice that came from you and me
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And while the King was looking down
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The jester stole his thorny crown
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The courtroom was adjourned
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No verdict was returned
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And while Lennon read a book of Marx
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The quartet practiced in the park
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And we sang dirges in the dark
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The day the music died
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We were singing
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Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
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The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
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Eight miles high and falling fast
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It landed foul out on the grass
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The players tried for a forward pass
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with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
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Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
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While the Sergeants played
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a marching tune, we all got up to dance
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Oh but we never got the chance
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¿ì¸° ÃãÃß·Á ÀÏ¾î ¼¹Áö¸¸
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Cause the players tried to take the field
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The marching band refused to yield
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Do you recall what was revealed
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The day the music died
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We started singing
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Oh and there we were all in one place
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A generation Lost in Space
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with no time left to start again
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´Ù½Ã ½ÃÀÛÇÒ ½Ã°£µµ ¾ø¾î
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So come on
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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
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Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
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Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
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À̺Á, Àè
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Àì½Î°í ºü¸£°Ô ¿òÁ÷¿©¾ßÁö
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Oh and as I watched him on the stage
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My hands were clenched
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in fists of rage
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No angel born in hell
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could break that Satan's spell
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And as the flames climbed high
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into the night to light the sacrificial rite
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I saw Satan laughing with delight
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The day the music died
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He was singing
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I met a girl who sang the blues
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And I asked her for some happy news
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But she just smiled and turned away
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ºí·ç½º¸¦ ³ë·¡ÇÏ´Â ÇÑ ¾Æ°¡¾¾¸¦ ¸¸³ª¼
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±â»Û ¼Ò½ÄÀÌ ¾ø³Ä°í ¹°¾ú¾î
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³à´Â ±×³É ¿ôÀ¸¸ç µ¹¾Æ¼¹¾î
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I went down to the sacred store
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where I'd heard the music years before
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But the man there said
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The music woudn't play
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¸î ³â Àü ³»°¡ ±× À½¾ÇÀ» óÀ½ µé¾ú´ø
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À½¾ÇÀÌ ¿¹Àüó·³ ³ª¿ÀÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù°í ¸»¾ß
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And in the streets
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The children screamed
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The lovers cried,
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And the poets dreamed
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But not a word was spoken
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The church bells all were broken
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¿¬ÀεéÀº ¿ÜÃÄ ´ë°í
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½ÃÀÎÀº ²ÞÀ» ²ÙÁö
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾Æ¹« ¼Ò¸®µµ µé¸®Áö ¾Ê°í
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And the three men I admire most
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The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
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They caught the last train for the coast
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The day the music died
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And they were singing
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* Repeat Chorus
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* ÈÄ·Å ¹Ýº¹
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They were singing
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Bye bye Miss American Pie
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Drove my chevy to the levee
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But the levee was dry
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Them good old boys were
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drinking whiskey and rye
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singing this'll be the day that I die
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±×µéÀº ÀÌ·¸°Ô ³ë·¡Çß¾î
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Àß°¡¿ä, ¹Ì½º ¾Æ¸Þ¸®Ä ÆÄÀÌ
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