I tried, I swear I tried to keep you looking alive, but you didn’t feel a thing. I know, I swear I know the route to escape, but these houses they all look the same. When these ghosts come, oh dear we’ll have to run. Will you climb with me from the belly of the beast? I love, I thought I loved you well enough to keep the monsters at bay. I fight, oh I fight but they’re winning and I can’t be saved. When these ghosts come, oh dear we’ll have to run. Will you climb with me from the belly of the beast? And if we make it alive I’ll be surprised. Dying here is the way it’s always been.
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