I can hear the soft breathing
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of the girl that I love
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As she lies here beside me
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asleep with the night
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Her hair in a fine mist floats
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on my pillow
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Reflecting the glow of the
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winter moonlight
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But I've got to creep down the
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alley way
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Fly down the highway
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Before they come to catch me
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I'll be gone
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Somewhere they can't find me.
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Oh baby you don't know what
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I've done
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I've committed a crime
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I've broken the law
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While you were here sleeping
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and just dreaming of me
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I held up and robbed
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a liquor store
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But I've got to creep down the
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alley way
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Fly down the highway
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Before they come to catch me
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I'll be gone
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Somewhere they can't find me
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Oh my life seems unreal
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my crime an illusion
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A scene badly written in which
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I must play
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And thought it puts me up tight
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to leave you I know
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it's not right to leave you
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When morning is just
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a few hours away
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But I've got to creep down the
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alley way
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Fly down the highway
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Before they come to catch me
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I'll be gone
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Somewhere they can't find me
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SOMEWHERE THEY CAN`T FIND ME
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| Simon And Garfunkel |
