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Like a clueless floating “Ghost” alone in Darkest of nights. ‘‘They don’t really care about us’’ cutting us like a knife. “Blood on the Dance floor’’. What a scary-lovely sight! By the wisdom of time I fall in love. Still I’m, looking for some signs. Me and her...yeah, we sit under a romantic tree, it’s a romantic scene, speechless’’ me and her...’’we’’. It’s the ‘‘Break of Dawn’’ and I’m searching for a place in her heart. I get ‘‘Butterflies’’. Making love ‘til it’s dark. “Dancing Machine” falling apart. Let me through. Let me soothe. Let me ‘‘Smile’’. Girl tell me if it’s true. Or, “This Is It’’ And I was just a fool...