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I hear voices, they tell me to stop
Why should I listen,
They’ve 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 don’t mean shit
I’d 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 don’t like it cause I’m not dressed the same
They hunt for rabbits just like Yosemite Sam
