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(This is called Other Voices) Whisper your name in an empty room You brush past my skin soft as fur Taking hold, I taste your scent Distant noises of other voices Pounding in my broken head Commit the sin, commit yourself And all the other voices said "Change your mind, you're always wrong" Come around at Christmas I really have to see you Smile at me slyly Another festive compromise But I live with desertion and eight million people Distant noises of other voices Pulsing in my swinging arms Caress the sound, so many dead And all the other voices said "Change your mind, you're always wrong" |