| When you’re staring a few inches from the wall
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| And you’re watching simple spider begin its crawl
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| It’s just a single thread he spins that' has to break his fall
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| And silence is the slowest dance of all
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| From the greenkeeper’s 'Good morning' to the birds (To the birds)
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| To the father at the funeral, stuck for words (Stuck for words)
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| There’s a part of us that’s confident, then a padded-out two thirds
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| Where silence is the slowest song of all
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| Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn
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| Turns our every sentence into weak-kneed and withdrawn
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| We wish to speak with everyone
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| But wish we’d not been born
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| Silence is the deadly dance
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| The reason spiders take that chance
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| Spin that web for flies and ants
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| Silence is the greatest dance of all
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| From the noise of New York traffic to Nepal
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| From Hindu-Buddhist peace to barroom brawl
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| From the CEO of supermarket to the wide boy on the stall
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| Silence is the waltz that grabs us all
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| From the friendly wave of postie over hedge (Over hedge)
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| To the two-fingered salute from brand new reg (Brand new reg)
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| It could be suicide, or window cleaner standing on that ledge
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| But silence is the dance that grabs us all
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| Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn
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| Turns our every sentence into weak-kneed and withdrawn
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| We wish to speak with everyone
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| Wish we’d not been born
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| Silence is the deadly dance
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| The reason spiders take that chance
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| Spin that web for flies and ants
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| Silence is the greatest dance of all
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| Silence is the mortal knife that cuts into our throat
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| Gets the punchline, slices up, turns us into the joke
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| Takes the uncorrupted, and wraps in vampire’s cloak…
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| Pacific Heights to Rio slums
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| To silence everyone succumbs
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| Across the world, the word is mum’s
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums of all…
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence bangs the loudest drums
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| Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn
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| Turns our every sentence into weak-kneed and withdrawn
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| We wish to speak with everyone
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| Wish we’d not been born
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| Silence is the deadly dance
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| The reason spiders take that chance
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| Spin that web for flies and ants
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| Silence is the greatest dance of all
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| The greatest dance of all
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| The greatest dance of all
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| Greatest dance of all… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silence Is , by - Paul Heaton. Song from the album Crooked Calypso, in the genre Поп