I knew this would happen 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 and painted the windows
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inside and out.
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Give me your dreams and I'll give you my time,
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together we'll cross the borderline.
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Voices - cracking the night,
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voices - that cut like a knife,
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voices - hear them singing...
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From sparks to the fire, from here to obsession they cover the end.
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Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men.
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Give me your dreams and I'll give you my time,
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until we make it to the borderline.
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Voices...
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Voices
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Roxette |