(paul simon)



The smartest people in the world

Had gathered in los angeles

To analyze our love affair

And possibly unscramble us

And we sat among our photographs

Examined every one

And in the end we compromised

And met the morning sun

Maybe i think too much

Maybe i think too much

Maybe i think too much

Maybe i think too much

They say the left side of the brain

Dominates the right

And the right side has to labor

Through the long and speechless night

And in the night

My father came to me

And held me to his chest

He said there's not much more that you can do

Go on and get some rest

And i said yeah

Maybe i think too much

Maybe i think too much

Maybe i think too much

Maybe i think too much


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