Wednesday Morning 3am
Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel
C a F e
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
C d G
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
C a F e
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
C d F G C
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight
She is soft she is warm but my heart remains heavy,
As I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall.
For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be all I have left to recall.
Oh what have I done, why have I done it,
I've committed a crime, broken the law.
For twenty five dollars and pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion,
A scene badly written in which I must play.
And I know as I gaze at my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
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