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  BEATLES
  Eight Days A Week
MR. MISTER
Kyrie
Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison, kyrie



The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul

It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road



My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame

Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again



Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel

Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night

Kyrie eleison, where I'm going will you follow

Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light



When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me

Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be



Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel

Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night

Kyrie eleison, where I'm going will you follow

Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light...