(Paul Simon)
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Couple in the next room
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Bound to win a prize
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They've been going at it all night long
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Well, I'm trying to get some sleep
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But these motel walls are cheap
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Lincoln Duncan is my name
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And here's my song, here's my song.
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My father was a fisherman
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My mama was the fisherman's friend
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And I was born in the boredom
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And the chowder
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So when I reached my prime
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I left my home in the Maritimes
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Headed down the turnpike for
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New England, sweet New England
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Holes In my confidence
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Holes In the knees of my jeans
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I was left without a penny in my pocket
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Oo-we I was about destituted
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As a kid could be
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And I wished I wore a ring
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So I could hock it, I'd like to hock it.
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A young girl in a parking lot
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Was preaching to a crowd
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Singing sacred songs and reading
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From the Bible
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Well, I told her I was lost
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And she told me all about the Pentecost
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And I seen that girl as the road
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To my survival
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Just later on the very same night
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When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
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And my long years of innocence ended
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Well, she took me to the woods
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Saying here comes something and it feels so good
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And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended.
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Oh, oh, what a night
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Oh what a garden of delight
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Even now that sweet memory lingers
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I was playing my guitar
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Lying underneath the stars
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Just thanking the Lord
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For my fingers,
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For my fingers
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Duncan
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| Paul Simon |
