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Words & music by paul simon |
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There once was a teacher of great renown |
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Whose words were like the tablets of stone |
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Because it's easier to learn than unlearn |
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Because we've passed the point of no return |
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Gather your goods and follow me |
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Or you will surely die |
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I was only a child of the city |
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My parents were children of immigrant stock |
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So we followed as followers go |
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Over a mountain with a napkin of snow |
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And ate the berries and roots |
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That grow along the timberline |
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Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars |
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Bridge: |
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It's cold |
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Sometimes you can't catch your breath |
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It's cold |
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Verse: |
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Time and abundance thickened his step |
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So the teacher divided in two |
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One half ate the forests and fields |
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The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds |
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And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite |
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Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars |
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Verse: |
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Sometimes we don't know who we are |
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Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry |
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My teacher carry me home |
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Carry me home my teacher |
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Carry me home |
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Carry me home my teacher |
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Carry me home |
