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I have seen the ghost of Oswald Mosley standing in shadows waiting for his time again waiting for the call to take the country putting on the black shirt to rally to the cause again I've seen him walk in these halls walk through these walls smashing the plates in the pantry Servants cower at the strike hour children laughing waiting for his spirit to rise There's a wave & it's sweeping over me over me There's a wave & it's sweeping over me over me I have seen the ghost of Oswald Mosley standing in shadows waiting for his time again waiting for the call to take the country putting on the black shirt to rally to the cause again Out on the banks of the Seine the story's the same a disembodied voice cries Diana He's got a grip on this new situation he's found death's vocation it's better to hate than to love There's a wave & it's sweeping over me over me There's a wave & it's sweeping over me over me I have seen the ghost of Oswald Mosley standing in shadows waiting for his time again waiting for the call to take the country putting on the black shirt to rally to the cause again to rally to the cause again to rally to the cause again From Letras Mania