| Press you in the pages of a hardcover book
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| To dry like flowers and weeds
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| Peel your petals off and slowly pull them apart
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| To wrap in my bed sheets
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| To take you with me while I drift off to sleep
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| And assemble you inside of my dreams
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| On a soiled mattress, we drift to the attic
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| Where the dust collects on your long eyelashes
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| They say open up the window
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| And stand in the sunshine
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| But you hide in the shadows
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| 'Cause the light goes right through you
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost of my mind
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost of my mind
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| We hide in the places where mice make their holes
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| Our skin getting cold under moth-eaten clothes
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| I feel my lips turn blue, I’d do anything
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| To be held by you through the night
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| The doors are all closed, we peer through keyholes
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| Tucked away in a place where flowers can’t grow
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| Your skin turns to dust in my hands
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| And I’m left holding onto a pile of sand
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| They say open up the window
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| And stand in the sunshine
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| But you hide in the shadows
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| 'Cause the light goes right through you
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost of my mind
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost of my mind
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| And they say open up the window
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| And stand in the sunshine
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| But you stay in the shadows
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| 'Cause the light goes right through you
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost
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| You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost, you’re a ghost |