by Simon and Garfuncel
| Intro | Dm |
| Dm | C |
| Hello darkness, my old | friend, |
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| I've come to talk with you | again, |
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| Because a vision soft | ly creep | ing, |
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| Left its seeds while I | was slee | ping, |
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| And the | vision that was planted in my | brain |
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| Still remain | s |
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| Within the s | ound of s | ilence. |
| C | |
| In restless dreams I wal | ked alone |
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| Narrow streets of cobble | stone, |
| A# | F | |
| 'neath the halo of | a street | lamp, |
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| I turned my collar to the | cold and | damp |
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| When my | eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon | light |
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| That split the night |
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| A | nd touched the | sound of | silence. |
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| And in the naked light I | saw |
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| Ten thousand people, maybe | more. |
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| People talking with | out spea | king, |
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| People hearing with | out liste | ning, |
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| People writing | songs that voices never | share |
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| And no one dar | e |
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| Disturb the | sound of | silence. |
| C | |
| Fools said I, you do not | know |
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| Silence like a cancer | grows. |
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| Hear my words that I | might teach | you, |
| A# | F | |
| Take my arms that I | might reach | you. |
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| But my | words like silent raindrops | fell | , |
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| And | echoed |
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| In the | wells of | silence |
| C | |
| And the people bowed and | prayed |
| Dm | |
| To the neon God they | made. |
| A# | F | |
| And the sign flashed out | its war | ning, |
| A# | F | |
| In the words that it w | as for | ming. |
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| And the sign said, the | words of the prophets |
| F | |
| Are written on the subway w | alls |
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| And tenement | halls. |
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| And whisp | er'd in the | sounds of | silence. |