| 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'll cross the borderline.
voices -
cracking the night,
voices -
that cut like a knife,
voices -
hear them singing...
from sparks to the fire,
from here to obsession they cover the end.
twisting a match
and see the reflections of hunters of men.
give me your dreams
and i'll give you my time,
until we make it to the borderline.
voices...
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