Tainted Ghosts
We're all tainted ghosts walking
around with some skin on.
And the light, it's always been on.
You've just had your eyes closed tight
and you panic like you've lost your sight.
It's a miracle how far you've come.
Go further now: orbit the sun.
Bring it back now,
for, though you have none,
you recall all the battles you've won.
Let it go, let it go, let it go...
you will know all you know
when you know.
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