| This place is haunted by the echoes of your elegance
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| It’s like some dusty old museum
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| Screening us behind a velvet rope
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| Your make-up in my bathroom
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| Your socks I wear when I have none
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| Still sleeping on your mattress
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Still find your hairs on my clothes
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| How can it all be over
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| When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Am I awake or dreaming
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| Is this you I think I’m seeing
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| No you’re just one step ahead
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| Toying with my tired head
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| Everywhere I go there’s something that reminds me of you
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| It’s like I’m some old TV detective
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| Piecing through the clues of all we were
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| Your make-up in my bathroom
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| Your socks I wear when I have none
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| Still sleeping on your mattress
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Still find your hairs on my clothes
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| How can it all be over
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| When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Each night you come for me
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| Why won’t you leave me be
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| Still sleep on my side of the bed
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| I leave a space for you each night
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| Still sleeping on your mattress
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Still find your hairs on my clothes
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| How can it all be over
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| When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Your make-up in my bathroom
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| Your socks I wear when I have none
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| Still sleeping on your mattress
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess
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| Still find your hairs on my clothes
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| How can it all be over
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| When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss
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| I feel you here you’re my ghostess |