Words & music by Paul Simon 1978 



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The first thin

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g I remember 
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I was lying in my bed 
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I couldn't of been no more 
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Than one or tw

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o 
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I remember the

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re's a radio 
Comin' from the room next door 
And my mother laughed 
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The way some l

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adies do 
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When it's late

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 in the evenin

g 
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And the music'

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s seeping thro

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ugh 

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The next thing

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 I remember 
I am walking down the street 
I'm feeling all right 
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I'm with my bo

              
ys, I'm with m

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y troops, yeah

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And down along

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 the avenue 
Some guys were shooting pool 
And I heard the sound 
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Of a cappella 

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groups, yeah 
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Singing late i

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n the evening 
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And all the gi

              
rls out on the

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 stoops, yeah 

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Then I learned

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 to play some 

  
lead guitar 
I was underage in this funky bar 
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And I stepped 

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outside to smo

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ke myself a "J

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" 
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And when I cam

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e back to the 

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room 
Everybody just seemed to move 
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And I turned m

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y amp up loud 

              
and I began to

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 play 
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And it was lat

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e in the eveni

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ng 
              
And I blew tha

        
t room away 

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The first thin

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g I remember 
When you came into my life 
I said I'm gonna get that girl 
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No matter what

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 I do 
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Well I guess I

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'd been in lov

e before 
And once or twice I been on the floor 
But I never loved no one 
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The way that I

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 loved you 
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And it was lat

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e in the eveni

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ng 
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 And all the m

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usic seeping t

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hrough 

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Repeat and fad

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e: 
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