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
Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just the New York times Sittin'
Traduzione: Simon and Garfunkel. Overs.
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
: 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
Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die
all I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over
Why don't you write me I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you Send me a card I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something
Gee but it's great to be back home Home is where I want to be I've been on the road so long my friend And if you came along I know you couldn't disagree
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests
So long, Frank Lloyd Wright I can't believe your song is gone so soon I barely learned the tune So soon So soon I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely
Tom, get your plane right on time I know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da and here I am The only living boy in New York