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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Paul Simon -  God Bless The Absentee
 Lord, Im a working man
 
 And music is my trade
 
 Im travelin with this five-piece band
 
 And I play the ace of spades
 
 I have a wife and family
 
 Who dont see much of me
 
 God bless the absentee
 
 Lord, I am a surgeon
 
 And music is my knife
 
 It cuts away my sorrow
 
 And purifies my life
 
 But if I could release my heart
 
 And veins and arteries
 
 Id say God bless the absentee
 
 I miss my woman so
 
 I miss my bed
 
 I miss those soft places
 
 I used to lay my head
 
 My son dont need me yet
 
 His bones are soft
 
 He flies a silver airplane
 
 He wears a golden cross
 
 God bless the absentee
 
 Lord, this countrys changed so fast
 
 The future is the present
 
 The presents in the past
 
 Highways are in litigation
 
 The airports disagree
 
 God bless the absentee
 
 God bless the absentee
 
 
    
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