If a feeling's born and no one complains
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Well that's good luck
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running through young veins
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And if life is a blessing
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that brushes the tops of the trees
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Well it's a short walk
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in a sweet breeze
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I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
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All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma
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If a heart is an open memory book
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That was the chance I took
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The more I searched, the more I shook with Thelma
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Last night I slept on a rented pillow
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A silver moon above my head
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A thirsty dreamless sleep released me
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And I reached for the phone
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by the side of the bed
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Now the first time that I saw you I thought
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"She's beautiful, but she's too young to be caught"
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People aware of my history
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Trying to steer you away from me
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I left a message at your hotel
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Don't let management poison the well
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I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
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All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma
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The phone is ringing and I realize
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we are timezones and oceans apart
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The words I speak in the middle of my night
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They fall on your yesterday scars
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If the sun don't shine, the wind don't break
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the clock don't jump off the wall
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Thelma, my darling, I will cushion your fall
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I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
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Without the taste of your sweet love Thelma
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I am only a man who has skirted the edge of despair
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for a long time now, and I don't care
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I watch you sleeping in the hospital bed
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The baby curled up in a ball
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Winter sunlight hits the family tree
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And everything else becomes nothing at all
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Thelma
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| Paul Simon |
