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Hello darkness my old friend |
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I've come to talk with you again |
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Because a vision softly creeping |
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Left it's seeds while |
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I was sleeping |
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And a vision that was planted in my brain |
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Still remains - |
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Within the sound of silence |
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In restless dreams |
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I walked alone |
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Narrow streets of cobblestone ' |
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Neath the halo of a streetlamp |
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I turned my collar to the cold and damp |
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When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light - |
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That split the night |
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And touched the sound of silence |
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And in the naked light |
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I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more |
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People talking without speaking |
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People hearing without listening |
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People writing songs that voices never share - |
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And no one dared |
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Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said |
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I, "You do not know" "Silence, like a cancer, grows" "Hear my words, that I might teach you" "Take my arms, that I might reach you" |
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But my words, like silent raindrops fell |
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And echoed in the wells of silence |
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And the people bowed and prayed |
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To the neon god they made |
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And the sign flashed out its warning |
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In the words that it was forming |
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And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are Written on the subway walls - and tenement halls" |
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And whispered in the sounds of silence 7. |
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The Haunting [Written by Mike Jackson, Steve Benito and Terry Gorle] [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] |
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Memory- go away |
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I grow weary from my running |
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Hiding for so long |
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I've lost my way |
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Morning light's reminders |
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Painting colors in my prison |
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Daylight brightens every shade of grey |
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The pain never ending, and now its so cliche |
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Yesterdays are creaking doors |
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And noises in the nighttime |
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Feelings, only chains across the floor |
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Voices on the wind, softly moan |
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I hear them whisper |
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Mirrors mock the man |
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I was before |
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My mind slowly fading |
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Like paper in the rain |
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The haunting, it still remains |
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The haunting, it still remains |
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Turning and burning in my bed |
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A never-ending ghost |
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That lives inside my head |
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Memory- go away |
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I grow weary from my running |
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Hiding for so long |
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I've lost my way |
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Yesterdays are creaking doors |
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And noises in the nighttime |
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Feelings, only chains across the floor |
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My mind keeps decaying |
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Like paper in the rain |
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The haunting, it still remains |
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The haunting, it still remains |
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Turning and burning in my bed |
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A never-ending ghost |
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That lives inside my head |
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Memories remain of the haunting |
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Can't stop the pain of the haunting: |
