you love me?
John: Not, not particularly.
How about that?
John singing: Good bye Amsterdam, goodbye.
Stay in bed,
for bed-in,
for peace of the world,
stay in bed,
grow your hair.
Grow your hair.
Okay, good night.
Now it's time to say good night,
good night, sleep tight.
Now the sun puts out his light.
Yoko: What a beautiful day it was though, very tiring, though. It's so turning like crazy, you know.
John: Sou can say that sort of hot?
Yoko: Grow your hair.
John: Bed peace.
Yoko: Hair peace.
John: Hair peace, bed peace.
Oh, yeah.

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