Moves like a fist through the traffic
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Anger and no one can heal it
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Shoves a little bump into the momentum
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It's just a little lump
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But you feel it
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In the creases and the shadows
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With a rattling deep emotion
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The cool, cool river
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Sweeps the wild, white ocean
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Yes Boss. The government handshake
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Yes Boss. The crusher of language
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Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater,
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The face at the edge of the banquet
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The cool, the cool river
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The cool, the cool river
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I believe in the future
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I may live in my car
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My radio tuned to
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The voice of a star
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Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
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Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
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And these old hopes and fears
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Still at my side
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Anger and no one can heal it
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Slides through the metal detector
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Lives like a mole in a motel
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A slide in a slide projector
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The cool, cool river
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Sweeps the wild, white ocean
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The rage of love turns inward
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To prayers of devotion
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And these prayers are
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The constant road across the wilderness
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These prayers are
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These prayers are the memory of God
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The memory of God
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And I believe in the future
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We shall suffer no more
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Maybe not in my lifetime
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But in yours I feel sure
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Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
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Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
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And these streets
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Quiet as a sleeping army
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Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
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For the mother's restless son
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Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
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Who denies his urge to break and run
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Who says: Hard times?
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I'm used to them
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The speeding planet burns
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I'm used to that
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My life's so common it disappears
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And sometimes even music
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Cannot substitute for tears
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The cool, cool river
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| Simon and Garfunkel |
