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Simon And Garfunkel Live 1969

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

lies waiting silently for me Ev'ry day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And

in their cages And the zoo keeper is very fond of rum Zebras are reactionaries Antelopes are missionaries Pigeons plot in secrecy And hamsters turn on frequently What a gas, you gotta come and

a hill A sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water And the sea strand (A soldier cleans and

Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been

a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and

evening Mail it today if it's only to say That you're leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday and

you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign

I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the