Roxette - Roxette - Voices

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Roxette - Roxette - Voices

I knew this would happen and I dont want to be around 
when it gets out. 
Ive closed the last picture and painted the windows 
inside and out. 

Give me your dreams and Ill give you my time, 
together well 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 Ill give you my time, 
until we make it to the borderline. 

Voices...

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