| Phantoms
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| Phantoms
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| Phantoms
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| Phantoms
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| Phantoms
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| Phantoms
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| Follow the music and follow the lights
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| The dance floor is packed. |
| Is it day? |
| is it night?
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| I think I might belong here
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| The beat draws me closer; |
| I’m not in control
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| The crowd swarms around me and swallows me whole
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| Ghost empty faces as far as I see
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| They keep on dancing and look right through me
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| Are they
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| Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms?
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| Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms?
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| The music turns up to a deafening roar
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| I try to escape, but the room has no doors
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| I know I don’t belong here
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| The disco ball comes loose and crashes straight down
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| Smashes to pieces, a terrible sound
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| Mirrors are shattered, but everyone cheers
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| Glass and disaster, what’s happening here?
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| Are we
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| Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms?
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| Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms?
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| Memories flicker a voice and a face
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| Alternate life with no time and no space
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| I knew the needle dropped
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| We’re all
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| Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms
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| Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms |