Cohen Leonard - Field Commander Cohen, аккорды

Intro: 
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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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Oh come back to nothing special 
         
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Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines 
     
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And 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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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 have fallen 
            
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Where you promised to stand guard 
 
   
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I never asked but I heard that you cast your lot along 
         
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with the poor 
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How come 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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Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola 
               
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Go down Point Koomahnah 
 
Both mother and daughter 
                        
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Working for the Yankee dollar 
 
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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 have fallen 
            
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Where you promised to stand guard 
 
     
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Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you really are 
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And be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child 
    
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Then let your other selves be wrong, yeah, 
let them manifest and come 
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Till love is pierced and love is hung 
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And every taste is on the tongue 
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And every kind of freedom done, then 
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Oh my love, oh, oh my love, oh my love 
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Oh my love