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I knew this would happen and I don`t want to be around
When it gets out.
I`ve closed the last picture and painted the windows
Inside and out.
Give me your dreams and I`ll give you my time,
Together we cross the borderline.
Voices - crack in the night,
Voices - that cut like a knife,
Voices - hear them singing... oo oh
From sparks to the fire, from here to obsession they cover the end.
Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men.
I knew this would happen and I don`t want to be around
When it gets out.
I`ve closed the last picture and painted the windows
Inside and out.
Give me your dreams and I`ll give you my time,
Together we cross the borderline.
Voices - crack in the night,
Voices - that cut like a knife,
Voices - hear them singing... oo oh
From sparks to the fire, from here to obsession they cover the end.
Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men.