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Sometimes in the night I feel it |
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Near as my next breath and yet untouchable |
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Silently the past comes stealing like the taste of some forbidden sweet |
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Along the walls in shadowed rafters |
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Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres |
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Muted cries and echoed laughter |
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Banished dreams that never sank in sleep |
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Lost in love and found in reason |
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Questions that the mind can find no answers for |
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Ghostly eyes conspire treason as they gather just outside the door |
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And every ghost that calls upon us brings another measure in the mystery |
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Death is there to keep us honest and constantly remind us we are free |
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(Chorus) |
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Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time |
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Run the ghosts of days that we've left behind |
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Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time |
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Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind |
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(Repeat First Verse) |
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And every ghost that calls upon us brings another measure in the mystery |
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Death is there to keep us honest and constantly remind us we are free |
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(Chorus) |
