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A
long,
long
time
ago,
I
can
still
remember
how
that
music
used
to
make
me
smile.
And
I
knew
if
I
had
my
chance
that
I
could
make
those
people
dance,
and
maybe
they'd
be
happy
for
a
while.
But
February
made
me
shiver
with
every
paper
I'd
deliver.
Bad
news
on
the
doorstep,
I
couldn't
take
one
more
step.
I
can't
remember
if
I
cried
when
I
read
about
his
widowed
bride,
but
something
touched
me
deep
inside,
the
day
the
music
died.
So
bye-bye,
Miss
American
Pie.
Drove
my
Chevy
to
the
levee,
but
the
levee
was
dry.
And
them
good
ole
boys
were
drinking
whiskey
and
rye,
singin'
this'll
be
the
day
that
I
die,
this'll
be
the
day
that
I
die.
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