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The Ghost of You
I'm in love with a ghost
But it's never there when I need it most
Shadows left in my memory
Forgetting how things used to be
It haunts my dreams from time to time
With shivers running up my spine
When I awaken with a gasp
Tear-soaked pillow in my grasp
A shadow figure to my right
I turn to look but its out of sight
Unsure if you were ever real
The piece that fits this void I feel
But it's never there when I need it most
Shadows left in my memory
Forgetting how things used to be
It haunts my dreams from time to time
With shivers running up my spine
When I awaken with a gasp
Tear-soaked pillow in my grasp
A shadow figure to my right
I turn to look but its out of sight
Unsure if you were ever real
The piece that fits this void I feel
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