~Patterns; Simon & Garfunkel
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       Em        Em              Em              G       G  Em  Em
1  The night set softly with the hush of falling leaves,
          Em         Em             Em                 D      D  D  D
   Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees,
           Em           Em                   Em            G   G  Em  Em
   And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern on my wall,
            Em          D           C      D       Em  Em  Em  Em  Em Em
   Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl.
/5
2  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.
/3
3  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.     (pause)
/3
4  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.
