Simon And Garfunkel - Overs lyrics

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Simon & GarfunkelOvers

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.

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