[Verse 1]
Good friend of mine, what did you find?
The fog of a nightmare dissipating
A rolling sign, better than mine
The ghosts of a different dream are waiting
A different kind of kissed
The souls of a different mist are rolling
I've been inside the mist
The ghosts of another fist are calling
[Verse 2]
The troops are led in tournament red
In spite of the ogre's trumpet blaring
A world of hate can't penetrate
The crest of a different shield you're wearing
A different kind of fight
And keep those telephones a-ringing
I've been inside, alright
The ghosts of a different dream are singing
Good friend of mine, what did you find?
The fog of a nightmare dissipating
A rolling sign, better than mine
The ghosts of a different dream are waiting
A different kind of kissed
The souls of a different mist are rolling
I've been inside the mist
The ghosts of another fist are calling
[Verse 2]
The troops are led in tournament red
In spite of the ogre's trumpet blaring
A world of hate can't penetrate
The crest of a different shield you're wearing
A different kind of fight
And keep those telephones a-ringing
I've been inside, alright
The ghosts of a different dream are singing
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