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I remember when |
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I was told a story of |
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Crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers |
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The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses, calling |
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Beckoning to sleep, offering a dream |
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The words were as mystical as purring animals |
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The circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appeared |
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The time was so tangible |
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I'll never let it go |
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Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below |
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No one could see me |
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Oh, I fell into yesterday |
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Oh our dreams seemed not far away |
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I want to, |
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I want to, |
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I want to stay |
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Oh, I fell into fantasy |
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The words were as mystical as purring animals |
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The circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appeared |
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The time was so tangible |
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I'll never let it go |
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Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below |
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No one could see me |
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Oh, I fell into yesterday |
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Oh, our dreams seemed not far away |
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I want to, |
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I want to, |
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I want to stay |
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Oh, I fell into fantasy |
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The girl on the wall always waited for me |
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And she was always smiling |
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The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls |
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Everyone was dancing |
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Nothing could touch us then, no one could change us then |
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Everyone was dancing |
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Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then |
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Everyone was dancing, everyone was dancing |
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No one could see me |
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Oh, I fell into yesterday |
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Oh, our dreams seemed not far away |
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I want to, |
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I want to, |
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I want to stay |
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Oh, I fell into fantasy |
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Our dreams seemed not far away |
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Our dreams seemed not far away |
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Our dreams seemed not far away |
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I fell into fantasy |
