| Same lips red, same eyes blue
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| Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
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| But it's not you and it's not me
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| Tastes so sweet, looks so real
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| Sounds like something that I used to feel
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| But I can't touch what I see
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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| Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
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| The fridge light washes this room white
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| Moon dances over your good side
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| This was all we used to need
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| Tongue-tied like we've never known
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| Telling those stories we already told
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| 'Cause we don't say what we really mean
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
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| Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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| We're not who we used to be
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| We don't see what we used to see
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| We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
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| Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
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| Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
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| I'm just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat |