Through the corridors of sleep
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Past the shadows dark and deep
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My mind dances and leaps
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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
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the shield of my illusion
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So I'll continue
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to continue to pretend
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My life will never end
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And flowers never bend
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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
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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
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without direction
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So I'll continue
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to continue to pretend
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My life will never end
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And flowers never bend
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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'
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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
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and face tomorrow
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So I'll continue
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to continue to pretend
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My life will never end
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And flowers never bend
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With the rainfall
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FLOWERS NEVER BEND WITH THE RAINFALL
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| Simon And Garfunkel |
