| I hear voices
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| They tell me to stop
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| Why should I listen?
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| They’ve never felt the drop
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| They hide in corners
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| Behind the pretty girls
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| In their gold, in their gold, in their gold
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| One minute to a-
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| One minute to a-
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| One minute to midnight
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| My soul, you can have it 'cause it don’t mean shit
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| I’d sell it to the devil for another hit
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| And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
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| I hear voices
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| Echo in my brain
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| They don’t like it
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| Cause I’m not dressed the same
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| They hunt for rabbits
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| Just like Yosemite Sam
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| Say your prayers, say your prayers, say your prayers
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| One minute to a-
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| One minute to a-
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| One minute to midnight
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| My soul, you can have it 'cause it don’t mean shit
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| I’ll sell it to the devil for another hit
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| And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
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| My soul, you can have it 'cause it don’t mean shit
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| I’ll sell it to the devil for another hit
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| And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
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| There’s no need to fall
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| There’s no need at all
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| Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
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| How did I end up here
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| And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
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| Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
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| How did I end up here
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| And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
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| I hear voices, they tell me to stop
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| I hear voices, they tell me to stop
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| I hear voices, they tell me to stop
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| I hear voices, they tell me to stop |