| He lies all alone in his bed
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| He thinks of the weekend they met
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| His ol' heart will never forget
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| Their world when romance
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| He’d answer if someone should ask
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| That somehow she slipt through his grasp
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| His future is linked to the past by the ghost of a chance
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| He hears her voice as she enters the room
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| She offers her soft hand to him in the light of the moon
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| He holds her close, they sway to the tune
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| For a while he is lost in the dance with a ghost of a chance
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| He’s moved by the gown that she wears
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| And the single red rose in her hair
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| In his mind he places it there all over again
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| These moments in time hold him fast
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| These memories out of his past
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| Won’t die as long as he has the ghost of a chance
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| He hears her voice as she enters the room
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| She offers her soft hand to him in the light of the moon
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| He holds her close, they sway to the tune
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| For a while he is lost in the dance with a ghost of a chance
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| For a while he is lost in the dance
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| With a ghost of a chance |