(words by Paul Simon; music by Paul Simon, Jonhjon Mkhalali
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and Lulu Masilela)
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I was having this discussion
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In a taxi heading downtown
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Rearranging my position
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On this friend of mine who had
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A little bit of a breakdown
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I said breakdowns come
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And breakdowns go
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So what are you going to do about it
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That's what I'd like to know
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You don't feel you could love me
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But I feel you could
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It was in the early morning hours
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When I fell into a phone call
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Believing I had supernatural powers
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I slammed into a brick wall
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I said hey, is this my problem?
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Is this my fault?
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If that's the way it's going to be
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I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt
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You don't feel you could love me
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But I feel you could
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You don't feel you could love me
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But I feel you could
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I was walking down the street
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When I thought I heard this voice say
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Say, ain't we walking down the same street together
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On the very same day
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I said hey Senorita that's astute
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I said why don't we get together
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And call ourselves an institute
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You don't feel you could love me
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But I feel you could
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You don't feel you could love me
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But I feel you could
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Gumboots
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| Simon and Garfunkel |
