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Mrs. Robinson

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know

Oh-oh-oh God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, it's just the Robinson's affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson God loves you more than you will know Whoa-whoa-whoa God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidate's debate, yeah Laugh about it, shout about it when you've got to choose Every way you look at this, you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you Ooh-ooh-ooh What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? Joltin' Joe has left and gone away Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey

April Come She Will

April, come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May, she will stay Resting in my arms again June, she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight August, die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold September, I'll remember A love once new has now grown old

I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie

I love you

The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed By the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw 10.000 people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs That voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence Fools said I, "you do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach to you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning And the words that it was forming And the sign said "The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sound of silence

Hey Jude

Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Hey Jude, don't let me down You have found her, now go and get her (Let it out and let it in) Remember (hey Jude) to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin You're waiting for someone to perform with And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do The movement you need is on your shoulder Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, yeah Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her under your skin Then you'll begin to make it Better, better, better, better, better, better, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (Jude, Judy, Judy, Judy, Judy, Judy) (Au, wow) na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude) Na-na-na-na-na (yeah, yeah, yeah) Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (you know you can make, Jude, Jude, You're not gonna break it) Na-na-na-na-na (don't make it bad Jude, take a sad song and make it better) Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (hey Jude wow) Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude) Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, wow) Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na (make it Jude) Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah) Na-na-na-na-na (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ha-ha-ha-ha) Na-na-na-na, hey Jude (go listen to ya ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma) Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na, hey Jude