You awoke in a burning paperhouse
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from the infinite fields
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of dreamless sleep
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You return to Tiannammen
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an eyewitness in a shroud
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to see them fall, feel them yield
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reliving the terror of the crowd
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Hold the whirlwind, don't let it blow
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just for a moment I seemed to know
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Hold the whirlwind, don't let it blow
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I seemed to know the ghost in you
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The whisper of your scream
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sighed through the air
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and faith-the flag is torn and frayed
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inferno heat, glory in flame
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love was beaten and betrayed
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In every step I hear your sobbing
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dare I break the shade with one caress?
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dare I trespass to lift the veil
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to touch the lips so soft and frail?
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Hold the whirlwind, don't let it blow
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I seemed to know the ghost in you
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Your captive heart, the belief you share
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with a kiss eternal, the spirits of the square
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Hold the whirlwind, don't let it blow
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hope remains with the ghost in you
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Hold the whirlwind, don't let it blow
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I seemed to know the ghost in you
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don't let it blow
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the ghost in you
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the ghost in you
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The Ghost in You
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| Siouxsie and the Banshees |
