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i remember when, i was told a story of
Crushed vlevet, candle wax and dried up flowers
The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses caling
Beconing to sleep offering a dream
Words were as mystical as
Purring animals
The circle of rage
The ghosts on the stage, appeared
Time was so tangible i'll
Never let it go
Ghost stories handed down
Reached secret tunnels below
No one could see me
I fell in to yesterday
Our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, i want to, i want to stay
I fell into fantasy
The girl on the wall's always waiting for me
And she is always smiling
And the teenage death boys
And the teenage death girls
And everyone was dancing
Nothing could touch us then
No one could change us then
Everyone was dancing
Nothing could hurt us then
No one could see us then
And everyone was dancing
Everyone was dancing
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