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Ghosts In This Glass House
I hear footsteps.
My skin shivers and my eyes are glassy.
Breath of death, wash over me.
Everything's gone, everything's gone.
And all these ghosts in this glass house remain.
And all these ghosts in this glass house remain.
I hear footsteps.
My skin shivers and my eyes are glassy.
Breath of death, wash over me.
Everything's gone, everything's gone.
And all these ghosts in this glass house remain.
And all these ghosts in this glass house remain.
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