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Fell in Love With A GhostIt's the season for reasons to justify treasonYou're leaving and letting me die alone The spirits you wear show the sins that you bear With every drink you are letting me go I'm the one that pays Go Let me let you Go Set me free You're the ghost in my mind Thorn in my side Sober in my dreams, you're dead in real life What goes through my mind Is how you used to be so alive And now you're fighting just to put the bottle down Put that bottle down Sleep tonight Close your eyes Sing your dirge Say good night While you've been sleeping I've been dreaming Of a life without repeating The same old suicide Round and round we'd ride So you'll be sleeping I'll be leaving Six feet under wake up screaming One day you will know You were dead, I had to go |