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 its seeds while I was sleeping
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And the 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 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
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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
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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
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And tenement halls"
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And whispered in the sounds of silence
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The Sounds Of Silence
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| Celtic Thunder |
