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Simon Garfunkel Old Friends Live On Stage Disc 2

know (Wo, wo, wo) 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

its knees Oh, but it's alright, it's alright for we lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong

lay me down. Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend

CHORUS Lie-la-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 Seventh Avenue

: I am a citizen of the planet I was born here I'm going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must

da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York. I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail. Yes I would. If I could, I surely would. I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. Yes I would. If I could, I

will lay me down. Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend

Words & music by Paul Simon Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away I know a man