I met my old lover on the street last night
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She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled
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And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers
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Still crazy after all these years, still crazy after all these years
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I'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize
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I seem to lean on old familiar ways
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And I ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears
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Still crazy after all these years, still crazy after all these years
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Four in the morning, crapped out, yawning, longing my life away
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I never worry, why should I, it's all gonna fade
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(Instrumental break)
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Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars
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I fear I'll do some damage one fine day
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But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers
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Still crazy after all these years
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Still crazy, still crazy, still crazy after all these years
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STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
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| Simon and Garfunkel |
