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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Atmospheric synth pad]
[Soft, echoing piano]

[Verse 1]
I hold a ghost inside my hand
A habit that I never planned
The tingle rises, sharp and cold
A story that was never told
I’ve chased the vapor, held the light
But this is different in the night

[Pre-Chorus]
Dust on my thumb, the stinging grace
I see a stranger’s smiling face
(Is it me?)
Is it me?

[Chorus]
It’s a memory from a different life
The velvet burn, the powdered strife
I never touched the tin in here
But the scent is pulling me so near
Tins of crimson, gold and blue
Did I once belong to you?
Oh, the SNEEEEEEZE...
(Echo: oh, the sneeze)
It brings me to my knees

[Verse 2]
I see us sitting in the shed
With words we haven't even said
I was a boy, I was a man
With tobacco dust upon my hand
Vapes and smoke are all I know
But this—this is a deeper glow
A ritual from long ago

[Bridge]
[Building intensity]
Bright tins stacked in the dark
(Spark, spark)
Every pinch leaves a mark
I wasn't there, I didn't see
How did this become a part of me?
(Breathy: I remember)
I remember... everything.

[Solo]
[Distorted, haunting guitar melody]

[Outro]
[Softening]
Just a ghost in a tin...
(Whisper: just a pinch)
The dust settles down.
I am someone else...
Or maybe I'm just finally...
Finding me.
[Fade out with sound of a tin clicking shut]

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Phantom Tins

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