I am heading for a time of quiet
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When my restlessness is past
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And I can lie down on my blanket
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And release my fists at last
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I am heading for a time of solitude
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Of peace without illusions
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When the perfect circle
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Marries all beginnings and conclusions
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And when they say
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That you're not good enough
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Well the answer is
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You're not
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But who are they
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Or what is it
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That eats at what you've got
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With the hunger of ambition
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For the change inside the purse
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They are handcuffs on the soul, my friends
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Handcuffs on the soul
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And worse
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I am heading for a place of quiet
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Where the sage and sweetgrass grow
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By a lake of sacred water
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From the mountain's melted snow
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Quiet
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Paul Simon |