| Dearest Claire, there’s a ghost in town
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| A ghost in the town from where you came
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| Dearest Claire there are cracks in the wall
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| And voices in the hall you can’t escape
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| Can you remember when we all were young,
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| All of us younger than today.
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| Have you noticed all those times on the road
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| Cuz all who passed it over please be safe
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| And I won’t keep quiet for with all of my heart
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| And I can’t read wrinkles on your face
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| And I don’t have penance for the things I’ve done
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| I can’t explain.
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| There is a photo on the dash of our car
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| That has recently gone? |
| from all the sun
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| Could you imagine if our skin?
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| Would the world just be a part of what we’ve done?
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| Dearest Claire, there’s a ghost in town
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| A ghost in the town from where you came
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| And all the nights that the dog would bark
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| You stare at the wall, a crying shame
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| There’s a crack in the center of a kitchen floor
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| I’m curious no one could destroy
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| As I reach my hand into the dark below
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| I hear your voice
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh.
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| If you want me like I want you
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| A slow escape our law has made
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| A purist’s stolen virtues
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| And if you need me like I need you
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| Then our ghost?
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| Won’t bother me and babe, it won’t bother you. |