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Hello, darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again |
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Because a vision softly creeping |
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Left its seeds while I was sleeping |
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And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains |
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Within the sound of silence, silence. |
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In restless dreams, I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone |
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'Neath the halo of a street lamp |
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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 and touched the sound of silence. |
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And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more |
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People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening |
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People writing songs that voices never shared and no one dared |
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Disturb the sound of silence, silence. |
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'Fools' said I 'You do not know, silence like a cancer grows. |
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Hear my words that I might teach you |
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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, the silence. |
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And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made |
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And the sign flashed out its warning, in the words that it was forming. |
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And the sign said the words of the prophets |
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Are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered |
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And whispered in the sound of silence, in the sound of silence. |
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In the sound, the sound of silence, in the sound of silence. |
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Hmm, the sound of silence, silence. |