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No one hears them, only you The voices never speak in the light They're in the corner, out of sight, and oh They're only fleeting little whispers And the creeping little shivers And they're sleeping till the sun burns out Then they're going to scream and shout Hold your breath and count to 10 Remember that it's all in your head If you let them in, they'll breed and spread and oh You gotta take them, gotta break them Gotta shake them, gotta make them heave and stutter Till they're all burned out You gotta drive them out
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