paroles de chanson Those Who Carried On - Ghost and Pals
Inside
their
little
world
They
tried
to
be
understood
But
all
that
came
of
it
was
a
mess
So
sort
it
out
In
conversations
Devout
apparitions
Would
say
they're
horrid
nonethless
Once
more
They're
heads
are
caved
in
There's
a
window
that
jarred
on
their
conscience
Once
more
They're
left
remembering
To
the
people
who
picked
up
their
arms
and
legs
And
carried
on
They
pulled
apart
their
own
ego
at
the
seams
And
spilled
their
organs
everywhere
Caught
in
polarized
degrees
They
may
decay
again
So
beware
These
are
people
to
backwords
to
die
out
They
may
never
escape
from
the
rise
now
They
may
never
come
back
Crumbling
still
They're
little
world
rebuild
What
couldn't
be
endured
now
There's
nothing
left
to
go
to
waste
So
sort
it
out
With
new
perspectives
Reused
and
defective
They
challenged
odds
face
to
face
Once
more
They
had
their
head
caved
in
And
their
past
lingered
nearby
a
locked
door
Once
more
They
have
revisited
Something
over
and
over
and
over
again
And
carried
on
So
after
all
these
years
They
remained
a
form
of
art
'Cause
they
had
problems
from
the
start
Though
they
acted
on
a
dare
There's
nothing
stopping
them
So
beware
These
are
people
too
fearless
to
die
out
Though
they'll
never
escape
from
the
rise
Now...
You'd
say
that
things
have
improved
Right?
You'd
say
that
things
have
improved
Right?
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