| I don’t know what to say to you
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| If I should say anything at all
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| Maybe it’s just safer in the silence
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| You’ve never heard my voice before
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| Yeah, he’s the tenderest of lovers
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| Yeah, he says the right things, I am sure
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| Yeah, I suppose you think you love him
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| Yeah, I suppose he says he’s yours
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| Oh trouble, oh
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| Love is a weed that thrives on darkness
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| Love can be such a lonely game
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| But don’t say we have anything in common
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| I don’t want to know your name
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| You’re just a ghost in my home
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| Rattling my bones
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| Ghost in my home
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| God I wish you’d go
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Your soul, your soul, your soul
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| As empty as my bed
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| I don’t know what you want from me
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| Do you really want to hear it how it is?
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| Huh, you should see the way he looks at me
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| He says he’s never felt remotely like this
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| Yeah, every night I know he went to you
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| Yeah, but did he stare into your eyes?
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| Yeah, every night he lay beside you, he lied
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| 'Cause he was still with me inside
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| Ghost with a pulse, be gone
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| I’m saying the words
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| Ghost with a pulse, gone
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| Snap my fingers
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| Shut my eyes I never saw you
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| I’m saying the words
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| Ghost with a pulse
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| Snap my fingers
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| Don’t look at me with sympathy
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| I am in control of me
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| Don’t be human please try not to feel
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| Shut my eyes so I can’t see
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| You’re the one who’s feeling cheap
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| You are just a ghost, and I am real
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| You’re just a ghost in my home
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| Rattling my bones
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| Ghost in my home
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| God I wish you’d go
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Your soul, your soul, your soul
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| As empty as my bed
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| Ghost with a pulse, be gone
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| I’m saying the words
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| Ghost with a pulse, gone
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| Snap my fingers
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| Shut my eyes I never saw you
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| I’m saying the words
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| Ghost with a pulse
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| Snap my fingers
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| You’re just a ghost in my home
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| Rattling my bones
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| Ghost in my home
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| God I wish you’d go
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Your soul, your soul, your soul
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| As empty as my bed
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| Ghost with a pulse, be gone
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| I’m saying the words
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| Ghost with a pulse, gone
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| Snap my fingers
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| Shut my eyes I never saw you
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| I’m saying the words
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| Ghost with a pulse
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| Snap my fingers
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| Now I’ll leave you to imagine me
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| Time to shut the blinds and lock the door
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| I hope that you can get to sleep
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| You’ve never heard my voice before |