Field Commander Cohen

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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  Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
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  Wounded in the line of duty,
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   parachuting acid into    diplomatic cocktail parties,
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  urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
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  Leave it all and like a man,
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come back to nothing special,
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such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
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 silver bullet suicides,
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and messianic ocean tides,
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and racial roller-coaster rides
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and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

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(just the bottom note)

[Chorus]
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   I know you need your sleep now,
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   I know your life's been hard.
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   But many men are falling,
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where you promised to stand guard.

[Verse 2]
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I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
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  But then I overheard your prayer,
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  that you be this and nothing more
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  than just some grateful faithful woman's    favourite singing

millionaire,
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the patron Saint of envy     and the grocer of despair,
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working for the Yankee Dollar.

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[Chorus]
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   I know you need your sleep now,
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   I know your life's been hard.
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   But many men are falling,
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where you promised to stand guard.

[Verse 3]
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 Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
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 and be your sweetest self awhile  until I ask for more, my child.
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 Then let the other selves be wrong,  yeah, let them manifest and come
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 till every taste is on the tongue,
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 till love is pierced and love is hung,
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 and every kind of freedom done, then
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 oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...