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If these ghost were any closer |
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They'd be real and I know |
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It beats me |
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And I see the face that I want to see |
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Before me |
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And I know |
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It beats me |
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And if this was what you wished |
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Feel the ghost, breath a life into it |
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See how old scents fade |
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I'd miss this |
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And what you say you say it |
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What you see you believe in the faded episodes of a minor moment caught in your mind |
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And why'd you wanna leave at the height of what we've made it's the stage where we could leap into glass or sand or maybe just stay |
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And if this was what you wished |
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Feel the ghost, breath a life into it |
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See how old scents fade |
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I'd miss this |
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And if I blew into the shutters |
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And they grew to eyes awake |
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I would honour broken structures |
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Of all the answer that've been thrown |
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Broken silence twice picked bones |
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Stay with me where we can feel |
