Photojournalist

Photojournalist - Small Black

What had

Become

The woman who lingered around

In the photo

The daughter of Diane

Would never ever be bound

To the basic

To rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

I saw it

Rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

Here with me

You will stop

I'm not

Ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not

Ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Their's a difference between what you want to know

And what they have

To know hear you in mirror

Reality never was found

From the waist up

To rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

It started to

Rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

Here with me

You will stop

I'm not

Ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not

Ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not

Ready to know who she was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not

Ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

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