Simon & Garfunkel - My Little Town/ c2 s' [$ [3 {6 x* }
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In my little town 4 H" _" x8 B2 {8 j5 FI grew up believing# R- d! L; b0 P8 P% D! E
God keeps his eye on us all( G# t9 b4 C- {- Z7 B
And He used to lean upon me / f0 E+ T3 k2 QAs I pledged allegiance to the wall2 v/ {& s+ Y) c! \' }$ B
Lord, I recall 8 C" X" d* T9 P' s. Y( |1 U4 xMy little town $ r+ w$ i' q: a9 I; E' A& p5 a5 FComing home after school % P, W3 @" C% q7 f% H x. ~1 JFlying my bike past the gates ) u1 x) q+ z: a3 k3 qOf the factories4 T( K9 U, D% U0 X2 t
My mom doing the laundry ' K6 {) Y& |( u# a4 qHanging our shirts $ l8 z+ L0 K$ l5 QIn the dirty breeze3 C. ~6 J" C* F+ J9 |' f8 l
6 t# t$ n o' X5 Y3 }9 M: xAnd after it rains " L- t/ R ^/ D0 r& fThere's a rainbow% g" W Q5 M- Z
And all of the colors are black : i H: F. g) u8 Q9 K% S! BIt's not that the colors aren't there 3 r# t9 N: N; `2 l) i! @It's just imagination they lack; F! [, h% Z' M2 T# n% k
Everything's the same # \5 P0 \& A+ A- X( TBack in my little town ' v. |8 N- j- ~3 |& }. c% V% k! u3 ]4 A! C' l
Nothing but the dead and dying# d9 O3 c: v7 B- l$ U5 y; t w
Back in my little town5 c( k' R! | w/ |
Nothing but the dead and dying+ A9 H7 }( R5 k& {. B
Back in my little town$ k9 ~! `; C' a
$ Y* y( {9 L' j+ n. yIn my little town . I& X3 ~" Y/ F& ~/ a c3 O' AI never meant nothin' 5 L$ l' r: j; d% |I was just my father's son( B' {; o& A! E, g+ s8 Q
Saving my money $ d7 u. b7 u* {- Y4 ODreaming of glory # w4 N8 [6 ]7 I! F# l1 F9 QTwitching like a finger ( t% W' N- [3 h3 R' `On the trigger of a gun ; L% w2 F1 X: i: p: o, pLeaving nothing but the dead and dying . \( N+ _' }. O7 m o# p0 _Back in my little town 5 {6 t$ N8 c2 z$ Y: [7 L: w3 Z1 E" o0 v- z( |7 v
Nothing but the dead and dying " a) l6 o" x+ i" n1 S! xBack in my little town 8 V$ c8 C q9 @+ J; Q8 ?Nothing but the dead and dying ' T7 U# z; e. K: d7 Q' tBack in my little town
April Come She Will--Simon & Garfunkel 7 `$ Y0 J. N) B+ S0 E9 K0 y& B$ J ; t1 F& B& c+ e5 L; w3 V8 v3 n: u. s7 c( h
April, come she will--$ [( J( b: j* m" f; Z' m
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.% e! G$ @5 W9 I: h
9 T& p! z' ~! ~. Z; b& g! z. U8 NMay, she will stay-- ! l2 J. `% @) SResting in my arms again.8 q* p% y, Y6 p1 n6 t
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June, she'll change her tune--4 ]" q/ K/ o& @7 F: z# |
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.' J+ ^" r" F: W. e
, z& b" F0 `8 O: b9 FJuly, she will fly-- 3 X' G( S' U% s+ I2 r7 a6 ?+ F! AAnd give no warning to her flight.* O% U3 @( T* D6 G4 O
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August, die she must-- # _- [+ c1 {2 \& l- G& F# BThe autumn winds blow chilly and Cold/ \9 X k6 y9 H
+ i" s$ t# d+ L4 ^" F0 T" H. n- tSeptember, I'll remember--5 b9 p& s/ A; G
A love once new has now grown old.