| I remember when
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| I was told of story of crushed velvet
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| Candle wax, and dried up flowers
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| The figure on the bed
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| All dressed up in roses, calling
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| Beckoning to sleep, offering a dream
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| 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, 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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| I fell into yesterday
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| Our dreams seemed not far away
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| I want to, I want to, I want to stay
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| I fell into fantasy
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| 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, I’ll never let it go
|
| Ghost stories handed down reached secret tunnels below
|
| No one could see me
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| I fell into yesterday
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| Our dreams seemed not far away
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| I want to, I want to, I want to stay
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| 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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| And 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
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| No one could see me
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| I fell into yesterday
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| Our dreams seemed not far away
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| I want to, I want to, I want to stay
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| I fell into fantasy
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| Our dreams seemed not far away
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| I fell into fantasy |