Simon, Garfunkel - Overs lyrics
[Simon, Garfunkel - Overs lyrics]
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over, over, over
No good times, no bad times
There's no times at all
Just The New York Times
Sitting on the windowsill near the flowers
We might as well be apart
It hardly matters, we sleep separately
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all in a very short time
Time is tapping on my forehead
Hanging from my mirror rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit like saccharin
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you i stop
Stop and think it over
The game is over, over, over
No good times, no bad times
There's no times at all
Just The New York Times
Sitting on the windowsill near the flowers
We might as well be apart
It hardly matters, we sleep separately
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all in a very short time
Time is tapping on my forehead
Hanging from my mirror rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit like saccharin
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you i stop
Stop and think it over
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