Monochrome
Abigail's Ghost
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She steps outside her tiny box
Doors made of glass with tiny locks
She dreams in monochrome now
Her own world in black and white
She takes her time in redefining me
I'm not convinced and neither is she
It takes so long to get inside of me
What can you see?
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She ties me up and brings me flowers
Dead to her I sleep away the hours
In thin air coils we inhale
Two scents of rose
She takes her time in redefining me
I'm not convinced and neither is she
It takes so long to get inside of me
What can you see?
What can you see?