| Just like a phantom, you always disappear
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| I’m tired of loving a ghost
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| A ghost i can see and a ghost i can hear
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| I’m tired of living a hoax
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| And don’t bother asking if i might need anything
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| And don’t ever say you’ve been worried about me
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| 'cause i know these concerns don’t mean anything to you
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| It’s hard to even say if they are real
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| And i have been torn in two
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| No one knows what i’m going through
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| I hope that the therapy’s helping me
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| Or that’s what i tell myself, though it’s hard to believe
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| I smell perfume when you walk in the room
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| And i feel you touching my head
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| I hear you close the door as you depart
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| And i know you’ve never been here
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| And the pictures of us have become pictures of me
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| With some misty figure impossible to see
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| A tragic tale worthy of henry james
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| And i have been torn in two
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| No one knows what i’m going through
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| I hope that the therapy’s helping me
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| Or that’s what i tell myself, though it’s hard to believe |