First I drew a breath
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Fell into sleep
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I was laughing at death
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When I fell too deep
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I awoke in a room that I'd never seen
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With velvet drapes
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And ancient beams
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And the night, she was whispering
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And the portrait seemed too real
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I see your luscious ghost
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Sharing you with the Host
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I see your luscious ghost
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In a tear
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Life is a force
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You can't fathom the fear,
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Or drink from the source
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Buut you do
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Running at you like light
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Suffocated by darkness
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And the widow in white
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And the sky she comes pressing down
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Takes you, drowns you in blue ...
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Luscious Ghost
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
