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Ghosts |
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Of an ancient song |
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Seem to hide in many places |
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Bringing back so many faces |
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And I |
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Know that it's been too long |
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But the spirits in the air |
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It's like the tunes are everywhere |
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I wanna go |
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I can't escape |
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I'm sure you know |
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They leave me haunted |
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I was just 15 |
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In November '82 |
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When I would meet you after school |
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And there was bonfires on Halloween |
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Frosty little windows |
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All the songs we used to listen to each time |
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Hands in gloves and yours in mine |
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Going round and round my mind |
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They leave me haunted |
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One night in Allentown |
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When you called me on the phone |
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And told me you were coming over |
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Fine 45s you found |
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Now every time I hear them |
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Knowing you're not near and won't be soon |
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It goes much further in our tune |
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When every record in the room |
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They leave me haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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She said |
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Sometimes it makes me wanna die |
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Sometimes it makes me scream and shout |
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And when the record's over |
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Just tell me what it's all about |
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Sometimes it makes me wanna die |
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Sometimes it makes me scream and shout |
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And when the record's over |
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Just tell me what it's all about |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |
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Haunted |