(Paul Simon)
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The smartest people in the world
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Had gathered in Los Angeles
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To analyze our love affair
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And possibly unscramble us
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And we sat among our photographs
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Examined every one
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And in the end we compromised
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And met the morning sun
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Maybe I think too much
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Maybe I think too much
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Maybe I think too much
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Maybe I think too much
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They say the left side of the brain
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Dominates the right
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And the right side has to labor
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Through the long and speechless night
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And in the night
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My father came to me
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And held me to his chest
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He said there's not much more that you can do
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Go on and get some rest
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And I said yeah
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Maybe I think too much
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Maybe I think too much
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Maybe I think too much
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Maybe I think too much
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Think Too Much (b)
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| Simon and Garfunkel |
