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A5 Hello, darkness, my old frGiend
I've come to talk with you agAmain
Because a vCision softlFy creepCing C/G
Left its seeds while
I wFas sleepCing C/G
And the vFision that was planted in my
BrCain
Still remains Am
C Within the sGound of sA5ilence Am
In restless dreams I walked alGone
Narrow streets of cobblestAmone
'Neath the hCalo of Fa street lCamp
I turned my collar to the cFold and dCamp
When my Feyes were stabbed by the flash
Of a neon lCight
That split the night Am
C And touched the sGound of sAmilence
And in the naked light I sGaw
Ten thousand people, maybe mAmore
People tCalking withFout speakCing
People hearing withFout listenCing
People writing sFongs that voices never
ShCare
And no one dare Am
C Disturb the sGound of sAmilence
Fools, said I, you do not knGow
Silence like a cancer grAmows
Hear my wCords that I mFight tCeach you
Take my arms that I mFight rCeach you
But my wFords like silent raindrops fCell
Am And echoed in the wGells of sAmilence
And the people bowed and prGayed
To the neon god they mAmade
And the sCign flashed out Fits warnCing
In the words that it wFas formCing
And the sign said
The wFords of the prophets are written
On the subway wCalls
And tenement halls Am
And whCispered in the sGound of sA5ilence
Final: A5(9)/E
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