Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling
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And we will leave this loathsome little town
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Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby
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Silver foil to trim your wedding gown
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It's true the tools of love wear down
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Time passes
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A mid wanders
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It seems mindless, but it does
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Sometimes I see you face
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As if through reading glasses
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And your smile seems softer than it was
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Proof
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Some people gonna call you up
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Tell you something that you already know
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Proof
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Sane people go crazy on you
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Say ''No man, that was not
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The deal we made
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I got to go, I got to go''
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Faith
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Faith is an island in the setting sun
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But proof, yes
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Proof is the bottom line for everyone
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My face, my race
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Don't matter anymore
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My sex, my cheques
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Accepted at the door
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Proof
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Some people gonna call you up
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Tell you something that you already know
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Proof
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Sane people go crazy on you
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Say ''No man, that was not
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The deal we made
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I got to, I got to go''
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Faith
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Faith is an island in the setting sun
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But proof, yes
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Proof is the bottom line for everyone
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Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling
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And the sky is flecked with signs of hope
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Raise your weary wings against the rain, my baby
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Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap
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Proof
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Some people gonna call you up
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Tell you something that you already know
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Sane people go crazy on you
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Say ''No man, that was not
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The deal we made
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I got to, I got to, I got to''
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Faith
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Faith is an island in the setting sun
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But proof, yes
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Proof is the bottom line for everyone
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Proof
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| Simon and Garfunkel |
