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Through the corridors of sleep
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Past the shadows dark and deep
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My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
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I don't know what is real,
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I can't touch what I feel
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And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
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So I'll continue to continue to pretend
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My life will never end,
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And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
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The mirror on my wall
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Casts an image dark and small
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But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
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I am blinded by the light
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Of God and truth and right
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And I wander in the night without direction.
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So I'll continue to continue to pretend
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My life will never end,
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And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
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It's no matter if you're born
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To play the King or pawn
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For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
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So my fantasy
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Becomes reality,
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And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
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So I'll continue to continue to pretend
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My life will never end,
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And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
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| paul simon |
