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Where Two Can Play

Where Two Can Play

In the middle of the night, I am aroused by the alarm, it is not a clock, it is a scream

The scream seems to be from the basement, it is a screeching, haunting feeling

A phantom of the opera, I am not sure if it is real, but my throat is filled with worry

Where two can play, I am lighting up a candle, and I am half dressed just the spite

I am attempting to go down the stairs, then suddenly, I find myself awakening

By my pillow side, there is a note, it reads, if you are afraid of the sounds of the night

I beg you to just lay still, so that I may relax your body, find your soul, and ravish your inner being

For am the one that you have forgotten, the one that you once were in love with, now I am just a spirit

A spirit of lust, of passion, and I am here for the play, two can play this part, and I have found you once again

Remember me, I was the one that crashed in the car wreck, the one that you fell in love with, long ago as a teenager

Now, I have finally found you, and I am not about to leave, as our spirits unite, I shall come to life

And where two can play, I will be the one, the chess piece will be checkmate

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