Paul Simon Opening Lyrics

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Can you name the opening lyrics to these songs by Paul Simon?

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May twelve angels guard you as you sleep. Maybe that's a waste of angels; I don't know.
Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride, or maybe I'm a dog who's lost his bite.
The first thing I remember I was lying in my bed, I couldn't have been more than one or two.
She was beautiful as southern skies the night he met her; she was married to someone.
'Well, did you bring me my money? My cab fare? My new shoes? I've got expenses, y'know, where's my weekly dues?'
It was a slow day, and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road.
There's been some hard feelings here about some words that were said...
I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed so glad to see me.
Fat Charlie the archangel sloped into the room.
Truth or lie? The silence is revealing an empty sky, a hidden mound of stone.
When I think back on all the crap I learned in High School, it's a wonder I can think at all.
A man walks down the street and he says 'Why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?'
The Mississippi Delta was shining like a national guitar.
Down among the reeds and rushes, a baby boy was found; his eyes as clear as centuries, his silky hair was brown.
If you leap awake in the mirror of a bad dream and for a fraction of a second you can't remember where you are...
The mama pyjama rolled out of bed and she ran to the police station.
One and one-half wandering Jews, free to wander wherever they choose...
The couple in the next room are bound to win a prize, they've been going at it all night long.
We heard the fireworks, rushed out to watch the sky. Happy-go-lucky, fourth of July.
You've got the cool water when the fever runs high. You've got that look of love light in your eyes.
It's carbon and monoxide, the old Detroit perfume....
A family of musicians took shelter for the night in the little harbour church of St Cecilia
We sailed up a river wide as a sea, and slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree...
'The problem is all inside your head,' she said to me...
After I'd died and the make-up had dried I went back to my place.

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