(P. Simon)
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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
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As she lies here beside me asleep with the night.
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Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow,
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Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.
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But I've got to creep down the alley way,
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Fly down the highway,
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Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.
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Somewhere they can't find me.
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Oh baby, you don't know what I've done,
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I've committed a crime, I've broken the law.
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While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me,
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I held up and robbed a liquor store.
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But I've got to creep down the alley way,
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Fly down the highway,
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Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.
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Somewhere they can't find me.
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Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion,
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A scene badly written in which I must play.
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And thought it puts me up tight to leave you,
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I know it's not right to leave you,
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When morning is just a few hours away.
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But I've got to creep down the alley way,
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Fly down the highway,
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Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.
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Somewhere they can't find me.
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Somewhere They Can't Find Me
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| Simon & Garfunkel |
