Lyrics

Fixing a Hole – The Beatles

I’m painting my room in the colourful way,
And when my mind is wandering,
There I will go.
And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong,
I’m right.
Where I belong I’m right,
Where I belong.
Silly people run around,
They worry me,
And never ask me why they don’t get past my door.
I’m taking the time for a number of things
That weren’t important yesterday.

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