| Me and her and the ghost of you
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| You and him and the ghost of me
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| Two plus one is three and two plus a ghost is three
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| I guess there must be six of us now
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| I remember you telling me
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| That even though you loved him
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| Like sister loves a brother
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| There’ll always be another
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| Hanging over you, the ghost of your ex-lover
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| There are six of us
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| The ghost no longer resembles me
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| Younger, more good-looking
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| Like my memories of you are
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| More permanent and truer
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| Than the girl I see before me
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| Are we real or are we spirits?
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| You’ve changed but your face has stayed the same
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| In my memories of you I still feel a little pain
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| But I’ve changed too
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| Don’t let’s talk about faithfulness
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| Now that there are six of us
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| Don’t get possessive, it’s melodramatic
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| It’s not love, it’s mathematics
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| There are six of us now
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| You’ve changed but your face has stayed the same
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| In my memories of you I still feel a little pain
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| But I’ve changed too
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| Don’t let’s talk about faithfulness
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| Now that there are six of us
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| Don’t get possessive, it’s melodramatic
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| It’s not love, it’s mathematics
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| There are six of us now
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| Me and her and the ghost of you
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| You and him and the ghost of me
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| Two plus one is three and two plus a ghost is three
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| I guess there must be six of us now
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| You’ve changed and I’m looking at your face
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| But the feelings that I feel are in another time and place
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| You’ve changed, you’re more vulnerable now
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| But the arrogance you had was beautiful somehow
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| You’ve changed and your boyfriend hangs about
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| He wants to know if I’m the one he’s heard so much about
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| But I’ve changed too
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| You’ve changed but your face has stayed the same
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| In my memories of you I still feel a little pain
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| You’ve changed and the passion fades away
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| And politeness takes its place, but I long to kiss your face
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| You’ve changed, you’re more vulnerable now
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| But the arrogance you had was beautiful somehow
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| But I’ve changed too |