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I remember when I was told of 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 ghosts on the stage appeared
 The 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 words were as mystical as purring animals
 The circle of rage
 The ghosts on the stage appeared
 The 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 always waited 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
 Everyone was dancing
 Nothing could hurt us then
 No one could see us then
 Everyone was dancing
 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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