| Time is a mold
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| Not since the night I died
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| I’m walkin' my ghost back to a frozen smile
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| Thinkin' out loud, I whispered a mood
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| And he knows he knows he knows I’ve been untrue
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| Trapped in a frame
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| Captured like photographs
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| Everything’s still, just like how it was left
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| All the nightfall hauntin' my room
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| But he knows he knows he knows I’ve been untrue
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| But he knows he knows he knows
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| She’s left through my ghost
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| Tonight I can attempt
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| For as I want back to him as my ghost
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| Time is a mold
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| Not since the night I died
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| I’m walkin' my ghost back to a frozen smile
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| I’m late and my volls fewy a storeline
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| But he knows he knows he knows I’ve been untrue
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| But he knows he knows he knows
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| She’s left through my ghost
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| Tonight I can attempt
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| For as I want back to him as my ghost
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| And he knows just by the way I feel him
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| Life and in there I begin
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| My times are wrapped up with sin
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| See a thing you must, you must go
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| He knows he knows he knows
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| She’s left through my ghost
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| Tonight I can attempt
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| For as I want back to him as my ghost
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| I want back to him as my ghost
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| I want back to him as my ghost |