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The last feast sent me down to the floor
My secret friend's whishpers were like an ocean to me,
a good place to sink in, like a Karate song
The bluebirds are not coming back
I'll sit and wait
Swinging and cursed,
treading the thorns that we've become
I almost forget the red noise that scared your cat
All the ghost are here dying on an extra life
Calm is the mess, rumored to be
Calm is the mess, rumored to be
All the ghost are here