i feel the chill in my bones
your ghost's been playin' with me
me and i don't know
anything
when i'm feelin' somethin'
you're
like a dream in my head
you're always playin' with me
me then
i don't know where you go
hundred years ago or somethin'
sitting at the window
thinking times so far away from us
it takes such little things
to keep us on the spot and standing up
looking out that window loving
all the years i've lifted up
all the pretty things,
and the weight when i picked 'em up
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