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Field commander cohen, |
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he was our most important spy. |
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Wounded in the line of duty, |
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Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties, |
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Urging fidel castro to abandon fields and castles. |
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Leave it all and like a man, |
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Come back to nothing special, |
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Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines, |
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and Silver bullet suicides, |
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And messianic ocean tides, |
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And racial roller-coaster rides |
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And other forms of boredom advertised as poetry. |
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I know you need your sleep now, |
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I know your lifes been hard. |
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But many men have fallen |
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Where you promised to stand guard. |
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I never asked but I heard that you |
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cast your lot along with the poor. |
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Have I overheard your prayer, |
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That you be this and nothing more |
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Than just some grateful faithful womans |
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favourite singing millionaire, |
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The patron saint of envy and the grocer of despair, |
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Working for the yankee dollar. |
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I know you need your sleep now |
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I know your life's been hard |
| [02:50.490] |
But many men are falling |
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Where you promised to stand guard |
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Ah, lover come and lie with me, |
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if my lover is who you really are, |
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And be your sweetest self awhile |
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until I ask for more, my child. |
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Then let the other selves be wrong, |
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yeah, let them manifest and come |
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Till love is pierced and love is hung, |
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Til every taste is on the tongue |
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And every kind of freedom done, then oh, |
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Oh my love |
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Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love. |
