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The smartest people in the world
Have gathered in Los Angeles
To analyze our love affair
And finaly unscramble us

And they sat among our photographs
Examined every one
And in the end we compromise
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 say yeah

Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
oh
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
oh
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much