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What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery?
I would gladly bet my life upon it that the ghost you love,
Your ray of light will fizzle out without hope.
We're the empty set just floating through, wrapped in skin,
Ever searching for what we were promised...
Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go...
But who would ever let us put our filthy hands upon it?
I would gladly bet my life upon it that the ghost you love,
Your ray of light will fizzle out without hope.
We're the empty set just floating through, wrapped in skin,
Ever searching for what we were promised...
Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go...
But who would ever let us put our filthy hands upon it?
Annons