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[ti:Field Commander Cohen (Live at Denver Soundcheck, 2012)] |
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[ar:Leonard Cohen] |
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[al:] |
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Field Commander Cohen, 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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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 life's been hard. |
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But many men are falling, |
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where you promised to stand guard. |
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I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor. |
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But then I overheard your prayer, |
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that you be this and nothing more |
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than just some grateful faithful woman's 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. |
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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, if my lover is who you are, |
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and be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child. |
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Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come |
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till every taste is on the tongue, |
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till love is pierced and love is hung, |
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and every kind of freedom done, then oh, |
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oh my love, oh my love, oh my love, |
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oh my love, oh my love, oh my love. |
