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Slums & Ghosts
Slums and Ghosts
Scene 1:
spotlight on a blank stage except an old leather couch
Smoking resin and hit rock bottom
Searching for answers on this couch
Telling myself "you're all alone."
There are no tears they have all dried up my dear
This fear is a ghost that keeps on haunting me
I'm alone and down in the dumps...thinking (out loud):
"I can't keep counting stars to keep my mind occupied
How do I get out of this slum? Why have all my dreams slowly died?"
My throat is burning and my stomachs turning
Still no answering the phone
Telling myself "You're all alone." (and have nothing to believe in)
There are no tears but it's quite clear
No one sees this grey ghost hovering over me!
I'm alone and down in the dumps...thinking (out loud):
"I can't keep counting stars to keep my mind occupied--
How do I get out of this slum? Why have all my dreams slowly died?"
end scene
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