There the soldiers, in the sunlight
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Kill the center of a man in endless suicide
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By the night light, in foreing sky
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Is a holstered, bridled child spinning ´round the flame?
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Each is loved now or remembered
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By the mask they wore years before the future
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And the horse falls in the smoke filled riot
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The center of a child grows in new disguise
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Where are the songs from the sane minds?
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And where are words from the sound mouths?
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I can´t understand how they silence the voices
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It´s a new day, in the old life
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He looks healthy with a tan on the white sheath
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Across the table, where the blood dries
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Where infinity will greet these earthly confines
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Where are the songs from the sane minds?
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And where are words from the sound mouths?
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I can´t understand how they silence the voices
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That say no
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That say no
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It´s a new day, in the old life
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In the silence of the absence
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Where are the songs from the same minds?
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And where are words from the sound mouths?
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I can´t understand how they silence the voices
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That say no
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I can´t understand how they silence the voices
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Silence The Voices
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| Chris Cornell |
