Words & music by Paul Simon 1989
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Moves like a fist through traffic
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Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
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It's just a little lump
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But you feel it in the...
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In the creases and the shadows
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With a rattling deep emo-tion
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The cool, cool riv-er
F#m G#m A G#m |F#m G#m A G#m|
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
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Yes Boss. The government handshake
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Yes Boss. The crusher of language
Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater,
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The face at the edge of the banquet
F#m G#m A G#m |F#m G#m A G#m|
The cool, the cool riv-er
F#m G#m A G#m|F#m G#m A G#m|
The cool, the cool riv-er
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I believe in the future
D/A |A D/A A |Eadd9add11/B
I may live in my car
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My radio tuned to
D/A |A D/A A |Eadd9add11/B |
The voice of a star
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Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
F#m/A D/A |A D/A A |
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
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And these old hopes and fears
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Still at my side
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Anger and no one can heal it
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Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
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A slide in a slide projector
F#m G#m A G#m |F#m G#m A G#m|
The cool, cool riv-er
F#m G#m A G#m |F#m G#m A G#m|
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
F#m G#m A G#m |F#m G#m A G#m|
The rage, the rage of love turns inward
F#m G#m A G#m |F#m G#m A G#m|
To prayers of devotion
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And these prayers are
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The constant road across the wilderness
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These prayers are
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These prayers are the memory of God
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The memory of God
|Eadd9add11/B |F#m/A
And I believe in the future
D/A |A D/A A |
We shall suffer no more
Eadd9add11/B | |F#m/A
Maybe not in my lifetime
D/A |A D/A A |Eadd9add11/B |
But in yours I feel sure
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Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
F#m/A D/A |A D/A A |
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
Eadd9add11/B |D
And these streets
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Quiet as a sleeping army
|E7/G# |A |D/A |
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
E/B |A
For the mother's restless son
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Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
E/B|A
Who denies his urge to break and run
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Who says: Hard times?
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I'm used to them
D/A
The speeding planet burns
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I'm used to that
E/B |A
My life's so common it disappears
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And sometimes even music
E/B |A |
Cannot substitute for tears
Repeat and fade:
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