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If I spoke out loud of the sorrow I've known And the secrets I've heard It would ease my mind, simply sharing alone But I don't say a word You are the kind, silence and die We need a chance to talk things over You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the sun would shine, I was always aware Of the moon in the night And I take cover when I'm closing my eyes And I can't see the light You are the kind, silence and die We need a chance to talk things over You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the sun would shine, I was always aware Of the moon in the night And I can't see the light You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the sun would shine, I was always aware Of the moon in the night And I can't see the light You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the sun would shine, I was always aware Of the moon in the night And I can't see the light You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the sun would shine, I was always aware Of the moon in the night And I can't see the light You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the sun would shine, I was always aware Of the moon in the night You are the kind You are the kind You are the kind You are the kind When the children laughed, I was always afraid Of the smile of the calm The haunted eyes of the child in the night I ran away, I saw You are the kind, silence and die We need a chance to talk things over You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the children laughed, I was always afraid Of the smile of the calm The haunted eyes of the child in the night I ran away, I saw You are the kind, silence and die We need a chance to talk things over You are the kind, silence and die We'll find a way to work it out When the children laughed, I was always afraid Of the smile of the calm The haunted eyes of the child in the night www.mooji.org