Along the master plan
Heading to the barricade
Diversity or skepticism falls into my brain
I rubbed it with the bow
And I listened to the string
Then the whisper of the end
Slipped into the dialogue
I'm a ghost in the rain
The rainbow
You can't discern
I'm standing there
Ghost in the rain
The same old
You carry on
The world will find you after all
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