He saw flames in the department store
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He tried to get the people to the safety of the door
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There was no fire the voices were telling him what to do
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You could see from his face he needs someone
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To help pull him through
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The voices are back they're telling him what to do
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The voices are back they're telling him what to do
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Ripping through the fabric between his world and the real
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He's trying to protect you but
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The knife will know that your flesh meets steel
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Took him to an institution
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And they helped the voices go away
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But he didn't have the right set of papers
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So they put this boy in jail
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The voices are back they're telling him what to do
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The voices are back they're telling him what to do
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Six weeks turned to twelve
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He was locked up for twenty-three hours a day
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The warden found him in his cell
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His only crime was that he was ill
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The voices are back they're telling him what to do
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The voices are back they're telling him what to do
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THE VOICES ARE BACK
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| Howard Jones |
