A voice inside

There Is A Voice Inside Of You
That Whispers All Day Long,
I Feel That This Is Right For Me,
I Know That This Is Wrong.

No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend
Or Wise Man Can Decide
What's Right For You- Just Listen
ToThe Voice That Speaks Inside

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