And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
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Jesus loves you more than you will know.
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God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
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Hey, hey, hey
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We'd like to know a little bit about your for our files
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We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.
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Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes,
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Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
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Jesus loves you more than you will know.
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God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
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Hey, hey, hey
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Hide in the hiding place where no one ever goes.
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Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
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It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair.
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Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.
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Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
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Jesus loves you more than you will know.
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God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
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Hey, hey, hey
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Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
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Going to the candidate's debate.
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Laugh about it, shout about it
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When you've got to choose
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Every way you look at this you lose.
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Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
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Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
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What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
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Jotting Joe has left and gone away,
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Hey hey hey.
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Mrs. Robinson
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| Simon & Garfunkel |
