Words & music By Paul Simon 1983


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  The smartest people  in the world

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    Had gathered in Los Angeles
 
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  To analyze our love affair

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    And finally unscramble us

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  And we sat among our photographs

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    Examined every one

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  And in the end we compromised

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    And met the morning sun

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  Maybe I think too much,  maybe I think too much

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    Maybe I think too much,  maybe I think too much


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  They say the left side  of the brain 

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    Dominates the right

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  And the right side has to labor through

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    the long and speechless night

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  And in the night my father came to me

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    And held me to his chest

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  He said, "There's not much more that you can do

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    Go on and get some rest."

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And I said 

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Yeah, maybe I think too much,  maybe I think too much

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    Maybe I think too much,  maybe I think too much

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