God and his only son
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Paid a courtesy call on Earth one Sunday morning
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Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips
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Songbirds sang from the tips of cottonwoods
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Old folks wept
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For his love in these hard times
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'Well, we gotta get going,'
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Said the the restless Lord to the son
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'There are galaxies yet to be born
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Creation is never done
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Anyway these people are slobs here
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If we stay it's bound to be a mob scene
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But disappeared
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And it's love in hard times
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I loved her the first time I saw her
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I know that's an old songwriting cliche
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I loved you the first time I saw you
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Can't describe it any other way
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Any other way
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The light of her beauty is warm as a summer day
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Clouds of antelopes roll by
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No hint of rain to come
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In the prairie sky
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Just love, love, love, love, love
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When the rains came
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The tears burned
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Windows rattled
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Locks turned
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It's easy to be generous when you're on a roll
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It's hard to be grateful
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When you're out of control
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And love is gone
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The light at the edge of the curtain is the quiet dawn
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The bedroom breathes in clicks and clacks
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Uneasy heartbeat can't relax
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But then your hand takes mine
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Thank God I found you in time
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Thank God I found you
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Thank God I found you
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Love And Hard Times
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| Paul Simon |
