I remember when 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,
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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 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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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, 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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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,
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no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing.
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Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then,
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and everyone was dancing.
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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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Our dreams seemed not far away.
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Our dreams seemed not far away.
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I fell into fantasy.
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Days of the Phoenix
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A.F.I. (AFI) |