| If that was our goodbye kiss
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| Seems a habit too good to miss
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| Once more for the memory
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| Hit the heights too well that time
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| To leave it there would be a crime
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| Seems more like beginning to me
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| At least we tried, took the biggest bite
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| Least we did it right
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| With all our soulds and all our might
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| Blue murder on the dance floor
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| French kisses in the rain
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| Blood wedding in the water
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| Till I see you again
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| Dutch courage is the game
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| And the ghost of you walks, the ghost of you walks
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| The ghost of you walks
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| The ghost of you walks right through my head
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| Sleepwalks at the foot of my bed
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| Sends old shivers over my skin
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| Love like that, won’t let go
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| It’s got some kind of a mind of its own
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| I can’t break out and I can’t break in
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| At least we lived, took it all at a rush
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| At least we loved too much
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| Felt too much, cared too much
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| Blue murder on the dance floor
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| French kisses in the rain
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| Blood wedding in the water
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| Till I see you again
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| Dutch courage is the game
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| And the ghost of you walks, the ghost of you walks
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| The ghost of you walks |