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I remember when I was told of story of crushed velvet,<br />
candle wax, and dried up flowers<br />
The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling<br />
Beckoning to sleep,<br />
Offering a dream<br />
<br />
words were as mystical as purring animals<br />
The circle of rage<br />
The ghosts on the stage appeared<br />
The time was so tangible, I'll never let it go<br />
Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below<br />
No one could see me<br />
<br />
I fell into yesterday<br />
Our dreams seemed not far away<br />
I want to, I want to, I want to stay<br />
I fell into fantasy<br />
<br />
The words were as mystical as purring animals<br />
The circle of rage<br />
The ghosts on the stage appeared<br />
The time was so tangible, I'll never let it go<br />
Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below<br />
No one could see me<br />
<br />
I fell into yesterday.<br />
Our dreams seemed not far away<br />
I want to, I want to, I want to stay.<br />
I fell into fantasy<br />
<br />
The girl on the wall always waited for me,<br />
And she was always smiling<br />
The teenage death boys<br />
The teenage death girls<br />
And everyone was dancing<br />
Nothing could touch us then<br />
No one could change us then<br />
Everyone was dancing<br />
Nothing could hurt us then<br />
No one could see us then<br />
Everyone was dancing<br />
Everyone was dancing<br />
<br />
No one could see me<br />
<br />
I fell into yesterday<br />
Our dreams seemed not far away<br />
I want to, I want to, I want to stay<br />
I fell into fantasy<br />
<br />
Our dreams seemed not far away<br />
Our dreams seemed not far away<br />
Our dreams seemed not far away<br />
<br />
I fell into fantasy