Letras:We Were Promised Jetpacks. These Four Walls. Quiet Little Voices.

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Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I'm young again.

Quiet little voices creep inside my bedroom wall,
I'm old for you.

Little words of wisdom creep into my ears,
I'll die for you.

In any which direction, call me
I will run for you.
I'll come for you.
I'll die for you.
I'll come for you.

Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I'm young again.

Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I'm old for you.

Quiet little voices.
I'd better stop now.
Quiet little voices