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It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
Published 5th Feb 2025
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