[00:00.95]Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m. 2:13
[00:02.14]by Simon & Garfunkel
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[00:05.43]Words and Music by Paul Simon
[00:06.38]From the 1964 album: "WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM"
[00:07.50]© 1964 Columbia LP CS 9049
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[00:11.52]I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
[00:17.27]As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
[00:23.17]And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
[00:29.13]Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight
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[00:40.06]She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy
[00:45.82]And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall
[00:51.45]For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving
[00:57.25]And tonight will be all I have left to recall
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[01:08.80]Oh, what have I done; why have I done it
[01:14.33]I've committed a crime, I've broken the law
[01:19.97]For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver
[01:25.76]I held up and robbed a hard liquor store
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[01:37.06]My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
[01:42.82]A scene badly written in which I must play
[01:48.12]Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me
[01:54.15]The morning is just a few hours away
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