
Even Ghosts Cry 4 Star View
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I spray on your favorite cologne even though
There was no chance of turning you on, I know
Trying too hard just leaves us miserable, but I’m
Slow to learn and slower to grow up
Pass me the blame and say the thoughts aren’t clear
Say it wouldn’t happen in a million tears
Accusations are piling up here
Resurfacing all of your fears
Bugs are digging deep into your skin, and you go
Out of your way to never let me in, even though
You feel detached, don’t remember where you’ve been, please don’t
Turn away and claim that this is sin
In my room I still see your face, and a ghost
Of someone who once lived in this place, long ago
And memories will not her leave, I know
She’s here, watching as I sleep
Lying here underneath the sheet, over me
A night light might not slightly turn to white, where’s the
One who used to cling to my shoulder blades and
Moan and scream and tell me it’s ok
It’s not ok
This house is no mansion, though it’s got a few stories
And each one it tells about how it fell
Everyone it tells how they failed
There was no chance of turning you on, I know
Trying too hard just leaves us miserable, but I’m
Slow to learn and slower to grow up
Pass me the blame and say the thoughts aren’t clear
Say it wouldn’t happen in a million tears
Accusations are piling up here
Resurfacing all of your fears
Bugs are digging deep into your skin, and you go
Out of your way to never let me in, even though
You feel detached, don’t remember where you’ve been, please don’t
Turn away and claim that this is sin
In my room I still see your face, and a ghost
Of someone who once lived in this place, long ago
And memories will not her leave, I know
She’s here, watching as I sleep
Lying here underneath the sheet, over me
A night light might not slightly turn to white, where’s the
One who used to cling to my shoulder blades and
Moan and scream and tell me it’s ok
It’s not ok
This house is no mansion, though it’s got a few stories
And each one it tells about how it fell
Everyone it tells how they failed
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