Seance

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Moonshake - Rock

Seance

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Can you contact my dead wife, is she still here? Y'know, yesterday I'm sure I could feel her here And I'm left with two pubic kids and all that entails And the furniture moves and the lighting fails Am I falling for illusions, going off the rails I've got a little cash put by for the sale I'll make contact Sinister, gray-haired, dark-coated man We sit round the dining table, holding hands Please give me a word from her if you can Is she happy in Heaven or in Hell getting tanned? I just need her presence to carry on Don't tell me that I'm mad, don't tell me that I'm wrong To make contact Now I don't know if you lie but she's nowhere to be found Perhaps you didn't really try, maybe her spirit's not around But now I know she died, she's just rotting in the ground And I'm no longer crying, I've heard the purest sound So arrogant, charlatan, greedy old man Get out of my house as quick as you can I'll draw back the curtains and switch on the light And cut your ugly exploitation from my sight But there's a chilling silence as I walk down the hall The kids have run away, held in the city's thrall So tell me, mystic madame, is there hope for me at all? In our contact In our contact

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