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It's a long warm September and we're both still alive |
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And the sea is like a painting beneath the mirrored sky |
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Raise the dead, raise the dead |
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We'll go riding on the ghost train, together raise the dead |
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Through the summer scented shadows, we were frozen in the light |
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And She brushed upon our faces, disappeared into the night |
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Raise the dead, raise the dead |
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We'll go riding on the ghost train, together raise the dead |
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Time becomes liquid and death becomes a friend |
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We'll live the life together with the wheel still in spin |
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Raise the dead, raise the dead |
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We'll go riding on the ghost train with the wheel spinning round |
