Ghosts in the photograph never lied to me.
I'd be all of that I'd be all of that.
A false memory would be everything. A denial my eliminent.
What was that for? What was that for?
What would you do if you saw spaceships over Glasgow? Would you fear them?
Every aircraft, every camera, is a wish that wasn't granted.
What was that for? What was that for?
Try to be bad. Try to be bad.
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