| Wonder if your bullet still moves,
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| across the living room.
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| Didn’t know it would hurt like this,
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| when I dropped the broken bricks.
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| Fade it out and fade it in,
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| and live tomorrow again.
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| Goodbye love,
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| goodbye goodbye ghost.
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| The tie that binds,
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| it ain’t going to hold.
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| We chased the wind,
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| chased it from pillar to post.
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| So goodbye love and goodbye ghost.
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| You’re a flower and one day late,
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| like a book with a missing page.
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| You never know how it ends,
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| so you start reading it again.
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| One day the story gets old,
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| well you know how the story goes.
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| Goodbye love
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| goodbye, goodbye ghost.
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| The tie that binds,
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| it ain’t going to hold.
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| We chased the wind,
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| chased it from pillar to post.
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| So goodbye love and goodbye ghost.
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| Take one last look at me and clear it from your memory.
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| You need to move when your spirit bends.
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| The moonlight rolls but these wheels just spin.
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| Sometimes I want to let you know,
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| you should go to the window you know.
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| Open it up and let the light shine down,
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| and the bullet in the room will find its own way out.
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| Goodbye love
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| goodbye, goodbye ghost.
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| The tie that binds,
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| it ain’t going to hold.
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| We chased the wind,
|
| chased it from pillar to post.
|
| So goodbye love and goodbye ghost.
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| Goodbye love
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| goodbye, goodbye ghost.
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| The tie that binds,
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| it ain’t going to hold.
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| We chased the wind,
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| chased it from pillar to post.
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| So goodbye love and goodbye ghost. |