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| MRS. ROBINSON |
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| And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson |
| Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) |
| God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson |
| Heaven holds a place for those who pray |
| (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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| We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files |
| We'd like to help you learn to help yourself |
| Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes |
| Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home |
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| And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson |
| Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) |
| God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson |
| Heaven holds a place for those who pray |
| (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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| Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes |
| Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes |
| It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair |
| Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids |
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| Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson |
| Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) |
| God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson |
| Heaven holds a place for those who pray |
| (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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| Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon |
| Going to the candidates debate |
| Laugh about it, shout about it |
| When you've got to choose |
| Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose |
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| Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio |
| A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) |
| What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson |
| Joltin' Joe has left and gone away |
| (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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| FOR EMILY, WHENEVER I MAY FIND HER |
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| What a dream I had |
| Pressed in organdy |
| Clothed in crinoline |
| Of smoky burgundy |
| Softer than the rain |
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| I wandered empty streets down |
| Past the shop displays |
| I heard cathedral bells |
| Tripping down the alleyways |
| As I walked on |
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| And when you ran to me, your |
| Cheeks fleshed with the night |
| We walked on frosted fields |
| Of juniper and lamplight |
| I held your hand |
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| And when I awoke |
| And felt you warm and near |
| I kissed your honey hair |
| With my grateful tears |
| Oh, I love you girl |
| Oh, I love you |
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| THE BOXER |
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| I am just a poor boy |
| Though my story's seldom told |
| I have squandered my resistance |
| For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises |
| All lies and jests |
| Still a man hears what he wants to hear |
| And disregards the rest |
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| When I left my home and my family |
| I was no more than a boy |
| In the company of strangers |
| In the quiet of the railway station running scared |
| Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters |
| Where the ragged people go |
| Looking for the places only they would know |
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| Lie la lie ... |
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| Asking only workman's wages |
| I come looking for a job |
| But I get no offers, |
| Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue |
| I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome |
| I took some comfort there |
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| Lie la lie ... |
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| Then I'm laying out my winter clothes |
| And wishing I was gone |
| Going home |
| Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me |
| Bleeding me, going home |
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| In the clearing stands a boxer |
| And a fighter by his trade |
| And he carries the reminders |
| Of ev'ry glove that laid him down |
| Or cut him till he cried out |
| In his anger and his shame |
| "I am leaving, I am leaving" |
| But the fighter still remains |
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| Lie la lie ... |
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| THE 59TH STREET BRIDGE SONG (FEELIN' GROOVY) |
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| Slow down, you move too fast. |
| You got to make the mornin' last. |
| Just kickin' down the cobblestones, |
| Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy. |
| Ba da da da da da da, feelin' groovy. |
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| Hello, lamppost, whatcha knowin'? |
| I come to watch your flowers growin'. |
| Ain'tcha got no rhymes for me? |
| Doo it doo doo, feelin' groovy. |
| Ba da da da da da da, feelin' groovy. |
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| I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep. |
| I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep |
| Let the morningtime drop all it's petals on me |
| Life, I love you, all is groovy! |
| Ba da da da da da da ba bap a dee... |
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| THE SOUND OF SILENCE |
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| Hello, darkness, my old friend |
| I've come to talk with you again |
| Because a vision softly creeping |
| Left its seeds while I was sleeping |
| And the vision |
| That was planted in my brain |
| Still remains |
| Within the sound of silence |
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| In restless dreams I walked alone |
| Narrow streets of cobblestone |
| Beneath the halo of a street lamp |
| I turned my collar to the cold and damp |
| When my eyes were stabbed |
| By the flash of a neon light |
| That split the night |
| And touched the sound of silence |
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| And in the naked light I saw |
| Ten thousand people, maybe more |
| People talking without speaking |
| People hearing without listening |
| People writing songs that voices never share... |
| And no one dare |
| Disturb the sound of silence. |
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| "Fools," said I, "you do not know |
| Silence like a cancer grows." |
| "Hear my words that I might teach you, |
| Take my arms that I might reach you." |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell, |
| And echoed in the wells of silence. |
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| And the people bowed and prayed |
| To the neon god they made. |
| And the sign flashed out its warning |
| In the words that it was forming. |
| And the signs said: "The words of the prophets |
| Are written on the subway walls |
| And tenement halls, |
| And whisper'd in the sound of silence." |
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| I AM A ROCK |
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| A winter's day |
| In a deep and dark December |
| I am alone |
| Gazing from my window |
| To the streets below |
| On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow |
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| I am a rock |
| I am an island |
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| I've built walls |
| A fortress deep and mighty |
| That none may penetrate |
| I have no need for friendship |
| Friendship causes pain |
| It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. |
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| I am a rock |
| I am an island |
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| Don't talk of love |
| Well, I've heard the word before |
| It's sleeping in my memory |
| I won't disturb the slumber |
| Of feelings that have died |
| If I'd never loved, |
| I never would have cried |
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| I am a rock |
| I am an island |
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| I have my books |
| And my poetry to protect me |
| I am shielded in my armor |
| Hiding in my room |
| Safe within my womb |
| I touch no-one and no-one touches me |
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| I am a rock |
| I am an island |
| And the rock feels no pain |
| And an island never cries |
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| SCARBOROUGH FAIR / CANTICLE |
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| Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme |
| Remember me to one who lives there |
| She once was a true love of mine |
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| Tell her to make me a cambric shirt |
| (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) |
| Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme |
| (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) |
| Without no seams nor needlework |
| (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains) |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine |
| (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) |
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| Tell her to find me an acre of land |
| (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves) |
| Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme |
| (Washed is the ground with so many tears) |
| Between the salt water and the sea strand |
| (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine |
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| Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather |
| (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) |
| Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme |
| (Generals order their soldiers to kill) |
| And to gather it all in a bunch of heather |
| (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine |
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| Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme |
| Remember me to one who lives there |
| She once was a true love of mine |
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| HOMEWARD BOUND |
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| I'm sittin' in the railway station |
| Got a ticket for my destination |
| On a tour of one night stands |
| My suitcase and guitar in hand |
| And every stop is neatly planned |
| For a poet and a one man band |
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| Homeward bound |
| I wish I was |
| Homeward bound |
| Home, where my thought's escaping |
| Home, where my music's playing |
| Home, where my love lies waiting |
| Silently for me |
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| Everyday's an endless stream |
| Of cigarettes and magazines |
| And each town looks the same to me |
| The movies and the factories |
| And every stranger's face I see |
| Reminds me that I long to be |
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| Homeward bound |
| I wish I was |
| Homeward bound |
| Home, where my thought's escaping |
| Home, where my music's playing |
| Home, where my love lies waiting |
| Silently for me |
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| Tonight I'll sing my songs again |
| I'll play the game and pretend |
| But all my words come back to me |
| In shades of mediocrity |
| Like emptyness in harmony |
| I need someone to comfort me |
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| Homeward bound |
| I wish I was |
| Homeward bound |
| Home, where my thought's escaping |
| Home, where my music's playing |
| Home, where my love lies waiting |
| Silently for me |
| Silently for me |
| Silently for me |
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| BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER |
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| When you're weary |
| Feeling small |
| When tears are in your eyes |
| I will dry them all |
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| I'm on your side |
| When times get rough |
| And friends just can't be found |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will lay me down |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will lay me down |
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| When you're down and out |
| When you're on the street |
| When evening falls so hard |
| I will comfort you |
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| I'll take your part |
| When darkness comes |
| And pain is all around |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will lay me down |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will lay me down |
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| Sail on Silver Girl, |
| Sail on by |
| Your time has come to shine |
| All your dreams are on their way |
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| See how they shine |
| If you need a friend |
| I'm sailing right behind |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will ease your mind |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will ease your mind |
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| AMERICA |
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| "Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together" |
| "I've got some real estate here in my bag" |
| So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies |
| And we walked off to look for America |
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| "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh |
| "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" |
| It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw |
| I've gone to look for America |
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| Laughing on the bus |
| Playing games with the faces |
| She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy |
| I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera" |
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| "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" |
| "We smoked the last one an hour ago" |
| So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine |
| And the moon rose over an open field |
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| "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping |
| I'm empty and aching and I don't know why |
| Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike |
| They've all gone to look for America |
| All gone to look for America |
| All gone to look for America |
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| KATHY'S SONG |
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| I hear the drizzle on the way |
| Like a memory it falls |
| Soft and warm continuing |
| Tapping on my roof and walls |
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| And from the shelter of my mind |
| Through the window of my eyes |
| I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets |
| To England where my heart lies |
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| My mind's distracted and confused |
| My thoughts are many miles away |
| They lie with you in your sleep |
| And kiss you when you start your day |
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| And this song I was writing is left undone |
| I don't know why I spend my time |
| Writing songs I can't believe |
| With words that tear and strain to rhyme |
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| And so you see I have come to doubt |
| All that I once held as true |
| I stand alone without beliefs |
| The only truth I know is you |
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| And as I watch the drops of rain |
| Weave their weary paths and die |
| I know that I am like the rain |
| There but for the grace of you go I |
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| EL CONDOR PASA (IF I COULD) |
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| I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail |
| Yes I would, if I could, I surely would |
| I'd rather be a hammer than a nail |
| Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would |
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| Away, I'd rather sail away |
| Like a swan that's here and gone |
| A man gets tied up to the ground |
| He gives the world its saddest sound |
| Its saddest sound |
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| I'd rather be a forest than a street |
| Yes I would, if I could, I surely would |
| I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet |
| Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would |
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| BOOKENDS |
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| Time it was, and what a time it was, it was |
| A time of innocence, a time of confidences |
| Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph |
| Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you |
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| CECILIA |
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| Cecilia, you're breaking my heart |
| You're shaking my confidence daily |
| Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees |
| I'm begging you please to come home |
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| Cecilia, you're breaking my heart |
| You're shaking my confidence daily |
| Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees |
| I'm begging you please to come home |
| Come on home |
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| Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia |
| Up in my bedroom (making love) |
| I got up to wash my face |
| When I come back to bed |
| Someone's taken my place |
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| Cecilia, you're breaking my heart |
| You're shaking my confidence daily |
| Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees |
| I'm begging you please to come home |
| Come on home |
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| Jubilation, she loves me again, |
| I fall on the floor and I'm laughing, |
| Jubilation, she loves me again, |
| I fall on the floor and I'm laughing |
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