1 I met my old lover on the street last night;
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she seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled.
And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves
some beers.
Still crazy after all these years;
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oh, still crazy after all these years.
2 I´m not the kind of man who tends to socialize;
I seem to lean on old familiar ways.
And I ain´t no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears.
Still crazy after all these years;
oh, still crazy after all these years.
Four in the morning;
crapped out, yawning;
longing my life a - way.
I´ll never worry; why should I?
I´ts all gonna fade.
3 Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars;
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I fear I´ll do some damage 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.