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Follow the light |
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It will lead you back home |
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How can I convince you |
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That you're a ghost |
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Lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child |
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Out of this world |
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Longing to be, out of this world |
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He turned out the lights, and it's far too late |
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To try and convince you, that you're a ghost |
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Lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child |
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Out of this world |
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Longing to be, out of this world |
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Death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you |
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Turning the earth to bury your life |
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Death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you |
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Turning the earth to bury your life |
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Tragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end |
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Lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child |
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Out of this world |
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Longing to be, out of this world |
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Death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you |
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Turning the earth to bury your life |
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Tragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end |
