Couple in the next room bound to win prize
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They've been going at it all night long
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Well I'm trying to get some sleep
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But these motel walls are cheap
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Lincoln Duncan is my name
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And here's my song, here's my song
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My father was a fisherman
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My mother was a fisherman's friend
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And I was born in the boredom
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And the chowder
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So when I reached my prime
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I left my home in the maritimes
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Headed down the turnpike for NewEngland
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Sweet NewEngland
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Holes in my confidence
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Holes in the knees of my jeans
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I was left without a penny in my pocket
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Oo we I was about as destituted as a kid could be
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And I wished I wore a ring, So I could hock it
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I'd like to hock it
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A young girl in a parking lot
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was preaching to a crowd
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Singing sacred song and reading from the bible
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Well I told her I was lost
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And she told me all about the Pentecost
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And I seen that girl as the road to my survival
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Just later on the very same night
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When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
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And my long years of innocence ended
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Well she took me to the woods
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Saying here comes somthing and it feels so good
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And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended
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Oh,Oh, what a night
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Oh what a garden of delight
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Even now that sweet memory lingers
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I was playing my guitar
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lying underneath the stars
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Just thanking the lord for my fingers
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for my fingers
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Duncan (Remastered Album Version)
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| Paul Simon |
