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Simon Paul Still Crazy After All These Years

One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Oh, still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years

One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Oh, still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years

expect it, and you're unprepared Somebody will come and lift you higher And your burdens will be shared Yes I do believe, if I hadn't met you I might still

home after school Flying my bike past the gates Of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts In the dirty breeze And after it rains There's a rainbow And all

But you said if I ever got so low I was busted, You could be trusted Some folks' lives roll easy Some folks' lives never roll at all Oh, they just fall

There were two men down And the score was tied In the bottom of the eighth When the pitcher died And they laid his spikes On the pitcher's mound And

One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Oh, still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years

Yesterday it was my birthday I hung one more year on the line I should be depressed My life's a mess But I'm having a good time Oo, I've been loving