| I can’t see the burned out night light
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| Her spirit calls from long ago, long ago
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| Something doesn’t ring right
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| Must be my telephone
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| Breakin' in another morning
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| Shadows cold across the floor, across the floor
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| I miss you sweet magnolia
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| I missed your love and nothing more
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| It’s like a Ghost Town when she’s gone
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| City lights can’t spark a flame
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| I’m not quite sure where I belong
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| Old love songs sure don’t sound the same
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| I can’t sleep, so I can’t dream
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| Tumbleweed keeps rollin' on
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| Like a Ghost Town when she’s gone
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| Stacked up papers
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| Empty bottle full of blues, full of blues
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| Oh, ain’t nothing sacred
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| Nothing but the sight of you
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| Long gone feelings
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| Travel well down dusty roads, dusty roads
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| You give me one good reason
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| To think she’s ever coming home
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| It’s like a Ghost Town when she’s gone
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| City lights can’t spark a flame
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| I’m not quite sure where I belong
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| The old love songs sure don’t sound the same
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| I can’t sleep, so I can’t dream
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| Tumbleweed keeps rollin' on
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| Like a Ghost Town when she’s gone
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| Livin' in a Ghost Town
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| Livin' in a Ghost Town, yeah |