take your head around the world ,
see what you get from your mind
write your soul down word for word,
see who's your friend, who is kind
its almost like a disease
i know soon you will be
over the lies, you'll be strong
you'll be rich in love and you will carry on but no -
oh no no you won't be mine
take your straight line for a curve
make it stretch, the same old line
try to find if it was worth what you spent
why you're feeling guilty for the way you're feeling now
it's almost like being free
and i know soon you will be
over the lies, you'll be strong
you'll be rich in love and you will carry on
but no, you won't be mine
Take yourself out to the curb
sit and wait, a fool for life
it's almost like a disease
i know soon you will be
over the lies, you'll be strong
you'll be rich in love and you will carry on,
but no,
you won't be mine.
~matchbox20~
one more day down, everybody has those days
where one soft sweet song's just enough to clear my head
fall on real life, is anybody left there sane?
if we slide on over and accept fate,
then it's bound to be a powerful thing
if it's just that you're weak, can we talk about it?
it's gettin' so damn creepy just nursing this ghost of a chance
the fiction, the romance,
and the technicolor dreams of black and white people
one boy headstrong, thinks that living here's just plain
he's pushed down so hard, you can hear him start to sink
and it's one last round of petty conversation
you hold on boy cause you won't go down like this?
just roll on over, lay down till it's more than you can take
so one more day down, and everybody's changin'
one more head down, just enough to reach my head
yeah if you're weak, can we talk about it?
it's gettin' so damn creepy just nursin' this ghost of a chance
the fiction, the romance
and the technicolor dreams of black and white people
yeah, we are black and white people
~matchbox20~
hello darkness my old friend, i've come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping, left it's seeds while i was sleeping
and the vision planted in my brains still remains within the sound of silence
in restless dreams i walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
neath the halo of a streetlamp, i turned my collar cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night
and touched the sound of silence
and in the naked light i saw, ten thousand people maybe more
people talking without speaking, people listening without hearing
people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dared disturb the sound of silence
"fools" said i, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows
hear my words that i might teach you, take my arms that i might reach you"
but my words like raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence
and the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they'd made
and the sign flashed out it's warning in the words that it was forming
and the signs said, "the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.
and whispered in the sound of silence
~Simon and Garfunkel~
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