| On the darkest of nights, feeling exposed
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| A broken fairy tale fills this home
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| The only sound is my heart beating alone
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| Can’t keep it in time
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| I see you in my breath, in this cold
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| You follow me wherever I go
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| Bags under my eyes
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| They don’t miss you at all
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| That’s why I sleep with the television on
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| I’m haunted by the things that I cannot see
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| I’m haunted by a love that will never be
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| Just when I finally think I’m free
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| I see you standing there in front of me
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| I’m haunted by the ghost of your memory
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| Of your memory
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| In the dimmest of light she reappears
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| Feel her whisper in my ear
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| Shadows dance on the walls
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| Figures fade in and fall
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| You’ve been gone for so long but
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| I still live like you’re here watching me
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| And I still sleep like you’re right next to me
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| And I can’t stop from seeing you around
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| That’s why I sleep with the television on
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| I’m haunted by the things that I cannot see
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| I’m haunted by a love that will never be
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| Just when I finally think I’m free
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| I see you standing there in front of me
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| I’m haunted by the ghost of your memory
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| If we’re all dust from stars
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| Why do you feel so far
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| I scream up at the moon to tell me where you are
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| But we both know you’re gone
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| I’m haunted by the things that I cannot see
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| I’m haunted by a love that will never be
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| Just when I finally think I’m free
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| I see you standing there in front of me
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| I’m haunted by the ghost of your memory
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| Of your memory |