| These Are The Ghosts |
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| You should think of a lesson |
| As a weapon of love |
| And teach your brother |
| Teach your sister |
| Think of a lesson as a weapon in love |
| ThereÂ's nothing you can do But let time tick |
| Stay positive and show stiff lip |
| Nothing you can do But let time tick away |
| I need twice as much space |
| And half as many things |
| A well written verse that I can sing |
| Twice as much space |
| And a new set of strings |
| These are the ghosts I made myself |
| These are the ghosts I made |
| We can bury the memory |
| If we want to go back |
| We’re forward wanting |
| Past the haunting |
| Bury the memory |
| We don’t want to go back |
