In the spotlights i saw him lying
dancer whos' time wasn't running
step by step in a mirror
I was watching his movements so clear
and then the ghosts
have talked me out
about the man
who's lost his sound
I always try not to cry when someone's dying
In the whiteroom I saw her panic
a girl who thought that she wasn't organic
and then the ghosts
what are they for?
anesthetized her
and closed the door
I always try not to cry when someone's dying
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