| I listen for the silence, oh, day after day
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| To hear it come, a rolling in wave after wave
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| I’m longing for the tranquil to sweap me away
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| But the more I chase the silence, the more the thunder will stay!
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| I can hear the echoes
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| Of the words that have been said
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| From the dawn of our creation
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| To the depth of our graves
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| I will give my every penny, all the silver, all the cred
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| To get the fucking roaring, out of my head
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| Now the music stopped
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| The curtain dropped
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| The room is fading
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| And the lightning goes
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| When the silence closes in
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| And I fear the light, I hear the night
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| And I dread the whisper
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| As I see the wall of silence closing in
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| It hits me hard, it takes me far
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| The sweet smell of boredom
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| Gives piece of mind when silence’s rolling in
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| Here it comes again my dearest friend
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| Desolation
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| And I see the wall of silence closing in
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| Here comes chaos crashing — evil notes I play
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| Chords of fire and fashion — every single day
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| Kings they dream of pity — I just want to rest
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| See the sunken temples — 'fore I turn to ash
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| In the tallest lighthouse — in the smallest crowd
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| Oh, the purest silence — can become too loud
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| Who can save me now, when the silence closes in? |