When yer lonely and you start to hear/The little voices in your head at night/You will only sniff away the tears/So you can dance until the mornings light
And in your head, do you feel what your not supposed to feel?
You need more time / 'Cos your thoughts and words won't last forevermore. (Noel Gallagher)

When yer lonely and you start to hear/The little voices in your head at night/You will only sniff away the tears/So you can dance until the mornings light And in your head, do you feel what your not supposed to feel? You need more time / 'Cos your thoughts and words won't last forevermore.

Noel Gallagher

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