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Overs lyrics
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over,
Over,
Over.
No good times, no bad times,
There's no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.
We might as well be apart.
It hardly matters,
We sleep separately.
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all.
And we laughed them all
In a very short time.
Time
Is tapping on my forehead,
Hanging from my mirror,
Rattling the teacups,
And I wonder,
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like saccharin.
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you,
I stop...
I stop and think it over.
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on Simon & Garfunkel 1964-1970 Disc 4
- 3 America
- 5 Voices Of Old People
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- Track 4 on Bookends
- 3 America
- 5 Voices Of Old People
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- Track 48 on The Collection
- 47 America
- 49 Voices Of Old People
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