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The Days Of The Phoenix
Lyrics 
I remember when I was told a story of
Crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers
The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses, calling
Beckoning to sleep, offering a dream
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I remember when I was told a story of
Crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers
The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses, calling
Beckoning to sleep, offering a dream
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
hard rock roots
punk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
minor key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
heavy electric rhythm guitars

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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No one could see me
Everyone was dancing
Our dreams seemed not far away
The time was so tangible I'll never let it go
Nothing could touch us then, no one could change us then
Beckoning to sleep, offering a dream
Oh, I fell into yesterday
The circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appeared
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
Oh, I fell into fantasy
The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses, calling
I remember when I was told a story of
Oh, I fell into yesterday
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
Our dreams seemed not far away
I fell into fantasy
No one could see me
Everyone was dancing
The girl on the wall always waited for me
Oh, I fell into yesterday
The words were as mystical as purring animals
Our dreams seemed not far away
Publisher: EX NOCTEM NACIMUR MUSIC
Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then
Songwriters: Hunter Burgan, Adam Carson, Davey Havok, David Marchand, Jade Puget
The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls
Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below
Crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers
Oh, our dreams seemed not far away
The circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appeared
And she was always smiling
Everyone was dancing, everyone was dancing
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
Oh our dreams seemed not far away
Oh, I fell into fantasy
Oh, I fell into fantasy
Oh, our dreams seemed not far away
The time was so tangible I'll never let it go
Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below
No one could see me
The words were as mystical as purring animals
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