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I remember when,
I was told the story of Crushed Velvet, Candle Wax, and Dried up flowers.
The figure on the bed,
all dressed up in roses calling,
beckoning to sleep,
offering a dream.

Words were as mystical as purring animals,
The circle of rage,
The ghost on the stage appeared,
Time was so tangible,
I'll never let it go,
Ghost stories handed down,
reached secret tunnels below.

No one could see me...

I fell into yesterday,
Our dreams seemed not far away,
I want to,
I want to,
I want to stay,
I fell into fantasy.

Words were as mystical as purring animals,
The circle of rage,
The ghost on the stage appeared,
Time was so tangible,
I'll never let it go,
Ghost stories handed down,
reached secret tunnels below.

No one could see me...

I fell into yesterday,
Our dreams seemed not far away,
I want to,
I want to,
I want to stay,
I fell into fantasy.

The girl on the wall was waiting for me,
And she was always smiling,
The teenage death boys,
The teenage death girls,
And everyone was dancing,
Nothing could touch us then,
No one could change us then,
And everyone was dancing,
Nothing could hurt us then.
No one could see us then,
And everyone was dancing,
And everyone was dancing.

No one could see me...

I fell into yesterday,
Our dreams seemed not far away,
I want to,
I want to,
I want to stay,
I fell into fantasy.

Our dreams seemed not far away,
Our dreams seemed not far away,
Our dreams seemed not far away,
I fell into fantasy...

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