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Fleurine
there s a ghost
Thereâs a ghost sheâs wearing my face
At parties, beinâ introduced with my name
Just a skeleton of bones
Wearing nothinâ but clothes
And she is paralyzing
The human soul is a treacherous place
Beneath the mask
We wear a dark and twisted labyrinth lace
Secrets often closed its close
Never surface while we keep composed
Come out of hiding
Thereâs a sound, its haunting my dreams
Like children laughing in the distance
And I donât know what it means
Am I afraid to be alone
That nobody will ever know
This death Iâm dying
Thereâs a heartbeat under my floor boards
Charging me guilty
And I donât know what for
Thereâs a black bird over my door
Singing âNevermore, Nevermore, Nevermore, Nevermoreâ