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In the streets, the children screamed, Lovers cried and the poets dreamed, Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most, The father, son and the holy ghost, They took the last train for the coast the day the music died. And they were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing, "This will be the day that I die. This will be the day that I die." And the three men I admire most, The father, son and the holy ghost, They took the last train for the coast the day the music died... From Letras Mania