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Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over. No good times, no bad times, theres no times at all just the New York Times. Sittin' on the windowsill, near the flowers. We might as well be apart, it hardly matters we sleep seperately. And drop a smile, passing in the hall, but theres no laughs left cuz we laughed them all. And we laughed them all in a very short time. Time, is tapping on my forehead, hanging on my mirror, ratteling the teacups, and I wonder... How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccarin. And i'm habitaully feelin' kinda blue, but each time I try on the thought of leaveing you, I STOP. Stop and think it over.
Simon and Garfunkel Love. They always get it.