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 seed 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,
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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
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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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the sound 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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Fools! said I, You do not know,
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silence like a cancer grows.
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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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System check
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Neon Black
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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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The words of the prophets were written on the subway walls,
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and tenement halls,
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(and whisper)
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in the sound of silence,
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the sounds of silence,
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the sounds of silence,
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the sound.
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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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The Sound Of Silence
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Nevermore |