| There was an ache in the back of my head when I sat down at the table
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| And realized the silence from last night would bleed into the morning
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| Fading into a familiar story
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| With every new ache in my body I remember when I promised myself I would be in
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| love by the time my body started to ache
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| But it’s just another pattern forming
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| You are the ghost
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| And I am the wall that you could not walk through
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| You are the ghost
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| And I am, I am the wall that you couldn’t walk through
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| There’s a time and place for fostered truth and half glass full of emotional
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| prostitutes
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| Positioned to let go and find hope in a bitter chokehold
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| A branding of understanding and ranting and raving won’t lead to enchanting and
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| saving and saving
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| Unless you are ready to let go of the feelings of old
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| I feel more alone when I think of the way that you love me
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| You are the ghost
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| And I am the wall that you could not walk through
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| You are the ghost
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| And I am, I am the wall that you couldn’t walk through
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| Fragile skeletons trying to find our warmth
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| I hate that I’m sick but at least I know I was warned
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| You once were my reason to runaway
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| Now you are just the excuse
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| Fragile skeletons trying to find our warmth
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| I hate that I’m sick but at least I was warned |