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.
.
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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