Overs

ŠPaul Simon, released on Bookends (Simon and Garfunkel) 1968

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Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?

The game is over,

Over,

Over.

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No good times, no bad times,

There's no times at all,

Just The New York Times,

Sitting on the windowsill

Near the flowers.

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We might as well be apart.

It hardly matters,

We sleep separately.

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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.

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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.

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And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.

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But each time I try on

The thought of leaving you,

I stop...

I stop and think it over

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