| I’ve been down
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| Wandering past 2nd Street
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| And looking at the ghosts of you and me And thinking back on all those memories
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| Of how we used to be
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| I’ve been hearing
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| I hear those voices over the noises of the breaking glass
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| And all those plans we had to get us through
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| They’re never coming true
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| And I hope and hope that you won’t forget
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| And I’m hoping… Hope you know that
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| I can clearly see the ghosts of you and me And I’m just a moved on memory
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| And you’re still alive
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| And I’m still getting by On these dead end streets
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| The ghosts of you and me
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| I’m still talking
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| I talk of what we’ll do to the ghosts of me and you
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| And I’m still looking back into the past
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| When we were all we had
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| And I hope and hope that you won’t forget
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| And I’m hoping… Hope you know that
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| I can clearly see the ghosts of you and me And I’m just a moved on memory
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| And you’re still alive
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| And I’m still getting by On these dead end streets
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| The ghosts of you and me The ghosts of you and me The ghosts of you and me I hope you won’t forget
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| I hope you know that I’ll always regret
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| Those things I’ve said
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| I hope you know that I can clearly see
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| The ghosts of you and me
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| 'Cause I’m just a moved on memory
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| And you’re still alive
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| And I’m still getting by On these dead end streets
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| The ghosts of you and me The ghosts of you and me The ghosts of you and me The ghosts of you and me |