| Mid-dark thoughts of the grey tombstone
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| And all I loved, I loved alone
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| The second son of a setting sun
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| Scores to settle, one by one
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| Years of love have been forgot
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| Years of trouble, years of draught
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| Years of ever gently tapping
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| On your chamber, all for naught
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| And every ghastly apparition
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| Claims to be the soul I’m missing
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| Even though I keep on saying
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| That chair is empty now
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| Can’t you see, can’t you see?
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| That chair is empty now
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| Can’t you see, can’t you see?
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| That chair is empty now
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
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| And every shadow is reaching out to me
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
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| And all that’s left is the stranger part of me
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| By a shore of silver ashes
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| Where a sea of sorrow crashes
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| There is someone who remembers
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| Someone who bears my resemblance
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| Someone who has all the seeming
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| Of a ghost forever dreaming
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| And when I call, it always answers
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| «I cannot tell you anything»
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| And every ghastly apparition
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| Claims to be the soul I’m missing
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| Even though I keep on saying
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| That chair is empty now
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| Can’t you see, can’t you see?
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| That chair is empty now
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| Can’t you see, can’t you see?
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| That chair is empty now
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
|
| And every shadow is reaching out to me
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
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| And all that’s left is the stranger part of me
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| Can’t you see, can’t you see?
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| That chair is empty now
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| Can’t you see, can’t you see?
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| That chair is empty now
|
| That chair is empty now
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
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| And every shadow is reaching out to me
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| Life is phantasmagoria now
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| And all that’s left is the stranger part of me |