Everyone loves this song, right? How could you not? This is a great version too:
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Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains,
To take them home to the ones that they love, and who love them forever
Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying,
Brother, brother, brother, there's far too may of you dying
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
Michael and Heather at the baggage claim, tired of playing the waiting game
Every bag has got a different name, Michael and Heather may never get home again.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, we're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio
So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong so that she had to roam the streets
She don't do major credit cards, I doubt she does receipts. It's all not quite legitimate
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs, of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come and go, stop and say hello
Son, I'm thirty. I only went with your mother 'cos she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me. What you get is just what you see, yeah
The bitch went nuts. She stabbed my basketball
And the speakers to my stereo