Title=American Pie
CATEGORY=Rock
CATEGORY=Lively
Artist = Don McClean
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Long, Long time ago
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I can still remember how that 
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music used to make me 
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smile   And
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I knew if I had my chance that 
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I could make those people dance
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And maybe they'd be happy for a 
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while    But
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February made me shiver
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With every paper I'd deliver
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Bad news on the doorstep I
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Couldn't take one more step
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I can't remember if I cried when I 
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read about his widowed bride But
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something touched me deep inside 
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the day the music died
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So bye, bye Miss American Pie
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Drove my Chevy to the levie but the 
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levie was dry
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Them good old boys were drinking 
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whiskey and rye
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Singing this'll be the day that I die, 
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this'll         be the day that I die
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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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And do you believe in rock and roll can 
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music save your mortal sole, And
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Can you teach me how to dance, real slow
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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 rythm and blues
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I was a lonely teen-age bronc and 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 the 
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day the music died.  I started singing
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Bye, bye Miss American Pie
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Drove my Chevy to the levie but the levie was dry
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Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
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Singing this'll be the day that I die, 
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this'll be the day that I die
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Now for ten years 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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When the jester sang for the king and queen
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In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
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In 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  No verdict was returned
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And while Lennon read a book on Marx
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A 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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Bye, bye Miss American Pie
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Drove my Chevy to the levie but the levie was dry
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And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
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Singing this'll be the day that I die, 
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this'll be the day that I die