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  • Patterns -Simon And Garfunkel
    The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves
    Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees
    And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern on my wall
    Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl
    Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room
    As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom
    Impaled on my wall, my eyes can dimly see
    The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me
    From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death
    There are patterns I must follow just as I must breathe each breath
    Like a rat in a maze, the path before me lies
    And the pattern never alters until the rat dies
    And the pattern still remains on the wall where darkness fell
    And it's fitting that it should, for in darkness I must dwell
    Like the color of my skin or the day that I grow old
    My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled
  • [00:01.39]Patterns -Simon And Garfunkel
    [00:02.95]The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves
    [00:15.74]Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees
    [00:23.23]And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern on my wall
    [00:31.59]Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl
    [00:39.95]Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room
    [00:49.81]As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom
    [00:58.58]Impaled on my wall, my eyes can dimly see
    [01:05.76]The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me
    [01:14.68]From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death
    [01:24.66]There are patterns I must follow just as I must breathe each breath
    [01:32.28]Like a rat in a maze, the path before me lies
    [01:39.70]And the pattern never alters until the rat dies
    [01:48.25]And the pattern still remains on the wall where darkness fell
    [02:09.41]And it's fitting that it should, for in darkness I must dwell
    [02:17.08]Like the color of my skin or the day that I grow old
    [02:25.44]My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled