Paul Simon Opening Lyrics

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

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

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