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Sep 2010
Those pools of amber
They see right through
But no, not to view
What's inside me

Rather, I'm a ghost
Fluorescent, luminescent
There's no one sitting
In this chair here

Pass me a beer
But there's no one
Sitting within

Someone not quite
Not exactly what you'd want
Your dreams don't look like me
So **** it

Don't say a word
You don't even need to

I play the guest
In your castle
And though I'm surrounded
There's no one else here

Or at least none
Who can see my face

I turn my layer opacity
Down to zero
And now I'm here
And now I'm not

And no one's here
Who can see my face
Nobody
Nothing
Nobody
No one has a clue

I turn my layer opacity
Down to zero
And no one has a clue
But it doesn't make a difference
No, not to you.

So brush me out
A few clicks here
A few strokes there
That's all you have to do.
Written by
Matthew Parker
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