Paul Simon Opening Lyrics

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

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