Ghost in the shell calls me late at night whisper echoes of centuries long past guitar echoes in the empty house, and I trembled in Tampa. My eyes burn so bad when I look deep into the world so bad I'm struggling, you know everything you're industrie rat looking for. I searched the chorus as I had almost, and now when I found the chorus industrie rat divides us. A world at your feet, I have nothing to do with it. I can sell it, maybe ... where are you my love?
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