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I knew this would happen |
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And I don't want to be around |
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When it gets out. |
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I've closed the last picture |
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And painted the windows |
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Inside and out. |
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Give me your dreams |
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And I'll give you my time, |
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Together we'll cross the borderline. |
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Voices - |
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Cracking the night, |
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Voices - |
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That cut like a knife, |
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Voices - |
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Hear them singing... |
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From sparks to the fire, |
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From here to obsession they cover the end. |
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Twisting a match |
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And see the reflections of hunters of men. |
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Give me your dreams |
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And I'll give you my time, |
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Until we make it to the borderline. |
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Voices... |
