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The Gheat of the sun sDtayed on through the night
FMade specters of strangers pEmlaying games with my sight
I Gpassed through the station, a Dface in the crowd
The wFhistle was blowing, the Embarrier came down
GThere was my baby, in aDnother's embrace
I Fcalled out her name in sEmhame and disgrace
AmYes, i have gGhosts, not Fall of them dead
Making Amdust of my Gdreams
Spinning Fround and aEmround
Around in my Dhead
GTrain on the tracks, Dteeth of the zip
The sFlider moves down, we were Emjoined at the hip
GStealing the groove, the Dwidening gap
UnFfastening rails from a Cpast with no map
AmYes, i have gGhosts, a fFleeting sight
It's Amalways the Gliving
That are Fhaunting my Emnights
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GWhere is the sweet soul that Dyou used to be
FGone like a thistle that's Emblown on the breeze
I Gguess when it's over, this Dhaunting will end
The Fwaiting, the baiting, my Ckiller, my friend
AmYes, i have gGhosts, not Fall of them dead
And they Amdance by the Gmoon
Millstones Fwhite as the Emsheet, on my Dbed
DGDFCAmGFAmGFEm
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