| I left my house just after midnight
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| To get a breath of cooler air
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| I left the place in utter chaos
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| As I was the only one there
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| Was a relief to leave that prison
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| Who knows how long its been
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| Thank God I don’t have television
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| To suck me in
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| I saw a charismatic stranger
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| Outside this noisy street cafe
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| He greeted me with nonchalant
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| As if there was nothing to say
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| I took his cue and remained silent
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| So neither of us spoke
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| And the other people’s laughter
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| Was a cloud of secret snot
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| Loud is a turd
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| Silence is golden, talk is cheap
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| Loud is a turd
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| Still waters aren’t always deep
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| In our silent understanding
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| I knew just how to entertain
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| But the stranger was demanding
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| And it came out harder to maintain
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| So I suggested my apartment
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| For a change of scenery
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| And we left that noisy street cafe
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| Just the stranger and me
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| As we strolled to complete darkness
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| I held the stranger’s hand
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| And not a word was uttered
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| 'cause we both did understand
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| And the music of the city noise
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| Accompanied the walk
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| And the buzz of electricity
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| Was much better than small talk
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| Loud is a turd
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| Silence is golden, talk is cheap
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| Loud is a turd
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| Still waters aren’t always deep
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| So to get in my apartment
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| I had to move some things aside
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| Yet in the darkened corridor
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| The atmosphere was soft and light
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| And when I find and lit the candle
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| There was a change of attitude
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| And then the stranger stunned composure
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| Started striking me as rude
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| He said «Good Lord, I am disgusted
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| How can you live in such a mess»
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| And from his accent I detected
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| He was from the Middle West
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| And then the magic had been broken
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| It all has halted with a hiss
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| The silent stranger story is to show
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| How golden silence is
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| Loud is a turd
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| Silence is golden, talk is cheap
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| Loud is a turd
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| Still waters aren’t always deep |