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Snowman sittin' in the sun doesn't have time to waste. He had a little bit too much fun, now his head's erased. Back in the house, family of three, two doin' the laundry and one in the nursery. We
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When you're weary. Feeling small. When tears are in your eyes. I will dry them all. I'm on your side. When times get rough. And friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled water. I will l
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tiWednesday Morning, 3 a. m. arSimon & Garfunkel. al. Wednesday Morning, 3 a. m. 213. by Simon & Garfunkel. Words and Music by Paul Simon. From the 1964 album "WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM". © 1964
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tiThe Boxer. arSimon & Garfunkel. alThe Best of Simon & Garfunkel. Artist Simon and Garfunkel. Album The Best of Simon & Garfunkel. Title The Boxer. I am just a poor boy. though my story's seldom
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In a pine forest cooler than the rest of the island. Lives a young fisherman with eyes like the sea. He built his own boat and made his own cabin. but he's broken the hearts of the likes like me No
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Bye bye love. Bye bye happiness. Hello loneliness. I think I'm-a gonna cry. Bye bye love. Bye bye sweet caress. Hello emptiness. I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love goodbye. There goes my baby wi
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tiEl Condor Pasa. arAndy Williams. al. "El Condor Pasa". 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 could,. I
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Song How Can You Live in the Northeast? - Paul Simon. We heard the fireworks. Rushed out to watch the sky. Happy-go-lucky, Fourth of July. How can you live in the Northeast?. How can you live in the
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I built my house from barley rice. Green pepper walls and water ice. Tables of paper wood, windows of light. And everything emptying into white A simple garden, with acres of sky. A brown haired d
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tiThe 59th street bridge song. arPaul Simon. The 59th Street Bridge Song》 -- Simon and Garfunkel. Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones
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Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends. A newspaper blowinґ through the grass. Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends. . Old friends, winter companions
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The way you move, it's got quality. Come on baby, let's go downtown. Little girl, you sure look good to me The way you move, it's got quality. Come on baby, now don't be shy. Step in the light so
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I don't remember day and night. Don't remember any fights. I don't remember what to do. I just remember you I can't recall the summer breeze. Whispers through the apple trees. And I forget the so
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There are a few more freckles on your shoulders. The hammock swings lower and touches the grass. The apples are ripe and the corn is past. Everyone says some goes by so fast. And we just got here
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tiI am a rock. arPaul Simon. 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. I am a rock,. I am an
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Bài hát The Boy in the Bubble - Paul Simon. It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb
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