| How would you know?
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| When everything around you’s changing like the weather
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| A big black storm
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| And who would you turn to?
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| Had I a ghost
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| A shadow at the most
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| Would you let me know?
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| 'Cause I don’t want to
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| To trouble your mind
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| With the childish design
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| Of how it all should go
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| But I love you so
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| When it all comes clear
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| When the wind is settled
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| I’ll be here, you know
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| 'Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
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| The sand upon that place
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| Darling, I’ll grow weary, happy still
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| With just the memory of your face
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| Gracious goes the ghost of you
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| And I will never forget the plans
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| And the silhouettes you drew
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| Here
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| And gracious goes the ghost of you
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| My dear
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| And how would you know?
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| When everything around you’s bruised and battered
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| Like the cold night storm
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| And who would you turn to?
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| Had I a ghost
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| A shadow at the most
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| Would you tell me so?
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| 'Cause I, I adore you so
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| When it all comes clear
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| The wind is settled
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| I’ll be here, you know
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| 'Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
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| The sand upon that place
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| Darling, I’ll grow weary, happy still
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| With just the memory of your face
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| Gracious goes the ghost of you
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| And I will never forget the plans
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| And the silhouettes you drew
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| Here
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| And gracious goes the ghost of you
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| My dear
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| Gracious goes the ghost of you
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| And I will never forget the plans
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| And the silhouettes you drew
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| Here
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| And gracious goes the ghost of you
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| My dear |