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Voices
Who's that walking behind me
He's scaring me and I
have to run
I stop to look around
But I can't see anyone
I hear the voice in the mirror
I hear it in other
places too
It wants to take me over
It's telling me what I should do I
won't spill the drink, Mamma
I won't spill one bit
But my hand starts trembling faster
And I lose control of it I
can hear their echoing laughter
I can hear them on the phone
Who are
they making these noises
I wish they'd leave me alone Copyright2000İGerald King
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