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I hear voices, they tell me to stop
Why should I listen, theyâve never felt the drop
They hide in corners behind the pretty girls
In their gold in their gold in their gold
One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight
My soul you can have it cause it donât mean shit
Iâd sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
I hear voices, echo in my brain
They donât like it cause Iâm not dressed the same
They hunt for rabbits just like Yosemite Sam
Say your prayers, say your prayers, say your prayers
One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight
My soul you can have it cause it donât mean shit
Iâll sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
My soul you can have it cause it donât mean shit
Iâll sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
Thereâs no need to fall, thereâs no need at all
Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
How did end up here
And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
How did end up here
And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop
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