| On a quiet night
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| You can hear the rustling of the leaves
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| On a quiet night
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| Distant voices carry softly in the breeze
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| And I’m inside my room
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| Captured in a moment’s thought
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| Strumming on a chord from my guitar
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| Silently, silently (silently)
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| So silently (so silently)
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| On a quiet night
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| Time hangs heavy in the air just like a cloud
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| I’m lying on my bed
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| Scratching my head, wondering what it’s about
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| Are we all minstrels
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| Playing in a three-ring circus
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| Searching for a purpose that’s not there
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| Silently, silently (silently)
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| So silently (so silently, so silently, so silently)
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| Everybody’s thinking
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| Gotta get ahead, gotta get ahead
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| Everybody’s drinking
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| Hurrying, worrying, playing the game
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| All acting the same
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| As I look out through my windowpane
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| On a quiet night
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| The wind, it can play tricks on your ear
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| Like some unsolved mystery
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| We all guess at the ending, but nobody comes near
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| Are we all minstrels
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| Playing in a three-ring circus
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| Searching for a purpose that’s not there
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| Silently, silently (silently)
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| So silently (so silently, so silently, so silently) |