Paul Simon Opening Lyrics

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

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

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