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Ghosts in the photograph
Never lied to me
"I'd be all of that"
"I'd be all of that"
A false memory
Would be everything
My denial
My Elimenant
What was that for? (x2)
What would you do if you saw spaceships over Glasgow?
Would you fear them?
Every aircraft
Every camera
Is a wish that wasn't granted
What was that for? (x2)
Try to be bad (x2)
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I wanted to see
if fire would burn me.
I thought I would know
if four walls could hold me.
I wanted to see
if fire would burn me.
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Saving time alone
Sustaining my mind with bad memories
Stitch by stitch
Lust for lust
And every time I pick up the phone
It flashes up ‘Dial’[revenge]
A specific revenge
Not the general terror of all that gold frankincense and Mur
A sour frequency brings on a headache
With an iron heart I build clear borders
I change tack and ride the wave
Caching that bait
With all the energy that my head can muster
Rising to the surface
An explicit revenge
Not the general terror of all that gold frankincense and Mur
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Ghosts are scared
Of falling down
"Its hard to see"
he said to me
Tried my best
Failed the test
Did my worst
Came in first
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