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I was sitting in the bitter cold,dead clouds floatin' all around me.I went looking for a distant hole,snow drifts dancin' at my feet.Through the forest, knew the chorus,of the searching wind.I was waiting for a reccolection,of cold air filling up my chest.I was sittin' through a vacant memory,dead as running from my breath.With my footsteps came the presence of the searching wind.and it said;"where will they gowhere will they goYou act like youre chasing a ghostyou act like youre chasing a ghost"I stood staring at an empty forest,both hands colder, maybe frozen.I spoke to my interlocutor,"Why the burden of your questions?"Letras de cancionesThen the flurries put to hurry,a need to gather warmth.I lay shaking in my narrow bed,dead thoughts living once again.I slipped down into a burning fever,and no things came into my head.Lime and swirls dashed and curled right outside my door and it said:"Where will you gowhere will you goyou act like youre chasing a ghostyou act like youre chashing a ghostWhere will you gowhere will you goyou act like youre chasing a ghostyou act like youre chashing a ghost" From Letras Mania