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Ghosts Following
Come here, taste me
Put that lie in me
Sorry for this
Anger strikes deep in me
Every night ghosts following
They bleeding and screaming
Talking about walking
In that red pajama
Put that words in that signs
Humans are blinded
Nobody can see it in other side
That world have a price
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