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We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.

Paul Simon

And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’
PAUL SIMON

Feeling Herself Lose Love Window
I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.
PAUL SIMON

Arrange Artist Element Live Myself
When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.
PAUL SIMON

Learning Myself Thinking Wonder
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
PAUL SIMON

Silence Sound Word Writing
Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.
PAUL SIMON

Knife Life Music Myself Purity Sorrow
I like them all. They’re all pictures of me when I wrote them. I have no favorite songs.
PAUL SIMON

Myself Photograph Song Writing
No one dare disturb the sound of silence.
PAUL SIMON

Dare Disturb Oneself Silence Sound
Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.
PAUL SIMON

Believe Brick Myself Natural Power Wall
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
PAUL SIMON

Chance Goodness Improvement Leave
All God requires from us is to enjoy life and love. That’s the whole point.
PAUL SIMON

Enjoyment God Love Point Requirement
Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that’s all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe’s the exit that I’m looking for.
PAUL SIMON

Existence Heart Myself
The degree of customization possible through your Preferences screens is awesome.
PAUL SIMON

Customization Degree Preference Screen
The phrasing didn’t work as well.
PAUL SIMON

Phrase Well Work
I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
PAUL SIMON

Book Myself Poetry Protection
Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?
PAUL SIMON

Hard Time Life Myself Soft
I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. Then we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers, still crazy after all these years.
PAUL SIMON

Crazy Happiness Lover Old Ourselves Time

We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.

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We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.

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