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FLOWERS NEVER BEND Paul Simon
FThrough Em7the corridors of sleep PastF9 the sFhadows dark and deep AmMy mind F9dances aFnd leFapsF in confusion. FI dont Amknow what is real, I F9can't Ftouch what I feel AnAmd I hiF9de behFind the shield of my illusion.
GSo FI'll FcontiAmnue to continue to pretend Dm7My life wilAml never end, And floDwers nFever bend With tCsus4he rainFfall.
FThe mirrEm7or on my wall CasF9ts an Fimage dark and small AmBut Im nF9ot sure atF all its mFy rFeflection. FI am bliEm7nded by the light OF9f God and truFth and right And I waAmnder in theF9 night wFithout dirFectFion.
GSo FI'll FcontiAmnue to continue to pretend Dm7My life wilAml never end, And floDwers nFever bend With tCsus4he rainFfall.
Its nFo matterEm7 if youre born To F9play tFhe king or pawn For thAme lineF9 is thinFly drawn tFweeFn joy and sorrow, FSo my Em7fantasy BF9ecomes rFeality And I muAmst be F9what IF must be aFnd Fface tomorrow.
GSo FI'll FcontiAmnue to continue to pretend Dm7My life wilAml never end, And floDwers nFever bend With tCsus4he rainFfall.