| And the rain was there…
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| There were many nights…
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| And a few of them, were all that you have dreamed of
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| Love was the thing…
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| And you feel as if someone was following you
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| But you know you are wrong…
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| It’s just the ghost of what you want to be
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| And the ghost of the past that you live in
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| It’s just the ghost of what you really want
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| And it’s the ghost of the past that you live in
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| And it’s the ghost of the future you are frightened of
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| So you look to you guardian angel
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| So long ago I was an innocent…
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| It had nothing to do with age
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| One day they were lovers… one day they were friends
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| There was nothing else to say
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| Well just the ghost of what you want to be
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| And the ghost of the past that you live in
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| It’s just the ghost of the future that you’re so frightened of
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| So you turn to your guardian angel
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| And a few of them were all that you really dreamed of
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| Love was the thing…
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| So the silver haired girl looks for escapism
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| To feel the empty spaces she’s feeling
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| She depends on her music like a husband
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| And she knows it’s no good to fall in love again…
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| One day they were lovers… one day they were friends
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| There was nothing else to say
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| It’s just the ghost of the past of what you want to be
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| And the ghost of the past that you live in
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| Ghost of the future that you’re so frightened of
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| So you look to your guardian
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| So you look… to your guardian angel
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| Some of them are here on earth
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| Well some of them are way up there in heaven…
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| So you look… to your guardian
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| Some of them are here on earth…
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| Some of them are… way up there in heaven… heaven… |