[Written by Paul Simon]
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[Copyright 1965 Paul Simon Music -BMI]
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[Heir Apparent arrangement by Terry Gorle 1987]
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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 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 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 I saw
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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
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"Fools", said I, "You do not know"
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"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
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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
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Written on the subway walls - and tenement halls"
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And whispered in the sounds of silence
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7. The Haunting
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[Written by Mike Jackson, Steve Benito and Terry Gorle]
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[Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI]
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[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 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:
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The Sound Of Silence
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| Heir Apparent |
