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Like a ghost |
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A ghost of something old |
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It's cold and dusty in here |
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Just twenty years |
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And six feet down i'm told |
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I know your face |
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I share your name |
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In the dark |
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When shadows have their way |
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A finger's a chimney |
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And the moon's on fire |
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Then sleep arrives |
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He's got his bags and wares |
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The dragon sleeps |
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And st. george stares |
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You won't write, no you won't write |
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That's all i ask, that you just write |
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And you say no, that you can't speak |
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You've lost your voice, you let it go |
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You let it go |
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Like a ghost |
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A ghost of something old |
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It's cold and dusty in here |
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It's in your hand |
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It sits just like a glove |
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The finger traces the lines of love |
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It's cold and dusty in here |
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Someone you knew |
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Is watching you |
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I'm someone you knew |
