I know
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we're all souls just trying to connect with
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someone, but we're all
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left searching on our own
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Tell me that you could hear it
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three taps under the floorboard.
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Don't say I'm losing it,
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maybe you're deaf.
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Could have sworn
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that I locked
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all these windows fairly tight.
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Shut the door
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hear a knock.
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She starts turning off the lights
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And from the corner of my eye
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I saw you dressed all in white
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I saw you pass right by
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But maybe I had too much wine
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I hope you come back tonight
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you never said goodbye
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Tell me that you could see it
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a ghost who's skin is porcelain
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Don't say I'm losing it
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maybe you're blind
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Saw her walk
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through a wall,
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turn her head and look at me
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In a York hotel hall
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I am falling to my knees
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And from the corner of my eye
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I saw you dressed all in white
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I saw you pass right by
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But maybe I had too much wine
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I hope you come back tonight
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you never said goodbye
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Softly, as your dress flows,
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you say that you're alone.
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But I know I can't leave you
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lonely and on
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your own
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And from the corner of my eye
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I saw you dressed all in white
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I saw you pass right by
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But maybe I had too much wine
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I hope you come back tonight
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you never said goodbye
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Ghost Of York
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As Tall As Lions |