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The figure fades to ground she hangs her head like saturday your skyscraper hearts they rise and fall and fade away and you're left selling secrets chasing ghosts down empty hallways there're pretty girls in skirts on nine and five and nothing's changed she moves the silence and quiets tragedy if the dead could speak now we'd be the ghosts in the machine she's pretty isn't she? we become everything we need if the dead could speak now... you've already lost me i'm on floor four and fading breathing like a porcelain doll so come and cure me lady killing off the past and now and all your neon nights, electric lives they'll never save you alone he cuts the lights the pixels scream as he descends Letras de canciones she moves the silence and drugs down tragedy if the dead could speak now we'd be the ghosts in the machine she's pretty isn't she? we become everything we need if the dead could speak now... you've already lost me you've already lost me From Letras Mania