(Leonard Cohen)
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I met a woman long ago
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her hair the black that black can go,
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Are you a teacher of the heart?
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Soft she answered no.
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I met a girl across the sea,
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her hair the gold that gold can be,
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Are you a teacher of the heart?
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Yes, but not for thee.
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I met a man who lost his mind
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in some lost place I had to find,
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follow me the wise man said,
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but he walked behind.
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I walked into a hospital
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where none was sick and none was well,
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when at night the nurses left
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I could not walk at all.
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Morning came and then came noon,
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dinner time a scalpel blade
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lay beside my silver spoon.
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Some girls wander by mistake
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into the mess that scalpels make.
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Are you the teachers of my heart?
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We teach old hearts to break.
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One morning I woke up alone,
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the hospital and the nurses gone.
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Have I carved enough my Lord?
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Child, you are a bone.
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I ate and ate and ate,
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no I did not miss a plate, well
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How much do these suppers cost?
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We'll take it out in hate.
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I spent my hatred everyplace,
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on every work on every face,
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someone gave me wishes
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and I wished for an embrace.
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Several girls embraced me, then
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I was embraced by men,
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Is my passion perfect?
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No, do it once again.
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I was handsome I was strong,
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I knew the words of every song.
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Did my singing please you?
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No, the words you sang were wrong.
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Who is it whom I address,
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who takes down what I confess?
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Are you the teachers of my heart?
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We teach old hearts to rest.
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Oh teachers are my lessons done?
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I cannot do another one.
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They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
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are your lessons done?
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are your lessons done?
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are your lessons done?
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Teachers
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16 Horsepower |