Locked in a struggle for the right combination -
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Of words in a melody line,
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I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination.
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Golden clouds were shuffling the sunshine.
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But if I ever get back to the twentieth century,
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Guess I'll have to pay off some debts.
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Open the book of my vanishing memory,
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With its catalogue of regrets.
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Stand up for the deeds I did, and those I didn't do.
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Sit down, shut up, think about God,
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And wait for the hour of my rescue.
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We don't mean to mess things up,
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But mess them up we do.
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And then it's "Oh, I'm sorry."
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Here's a smiling photograph
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Of love when it was new.
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At a birthday party.
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Make a wish and close your eyes:
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Surprise, surprise, surprise.
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Early December, and brown as a sparrow,
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Frost creeping over the pond.
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I shoot a thought into the future,
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And it flies like an arrow, through my liftime.
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And beyond.
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If I ever come back as a tree, or a crow,
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Or even the wind-blown dust;
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Find me on the ancient road
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In the song when the wires are hushed.
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Hurry on and remember me,
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As I'll remember you.
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Far above the golden clouds,
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The darkness vibrates.
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The earth is blue.
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And everything about it is a love song.
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Everything about it.
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Everything about it is a love song.
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Everything about it.
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Everything about it is a love song.
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Everything About It Is A Love Song
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| Paul Simon |
