| So I take that you thought
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| Some things are better left unsaid
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| You chose your inhibitions
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| Over what I should comprehend
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| What could have been done
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| To keep me from going astray
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| Begging for direction
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| But not pointed out the way
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| Silence, silence doesn’t teach
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| Silence, silence doesn’t lead
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| Silence, where did I end up
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| In a self-destructive rut
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| Do I think I’m stronger because I learned my own way
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| I just think I’m lucky to have made it out unscathed
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| Now I’m thinking I resent the counsel that I lacked
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| All the words I didn’t hear could have saved my past
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| Silence, silence doesn’t teach
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| Silence, silence doesn’t lead
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| Silence, where did I end up
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| In a self-destructive rut
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| Silence is deafening
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| You don’t say
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| Silence is deafening
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| The corrupt light shines
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| The corrupt light blinds
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| Time to shrink, time to hide
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| Time to guard what’s inside
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| The street didn’t gently take me under their wing
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| The street is so dirty and I feel unclean
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| Silence is deafening when guidance is sought
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| Silence is deafening, and now I’m haunted |