Ghost
Sundays Gone
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Lights out
Cannot feel my face
There's no one left to embrace
Walk down
Through this corridor
Things go stranger more and more
Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!
My blood runs cold
I put my hands but cannot hold
There's nothing left but my soul
Now I'm free, I'm a ghost!
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No more
Feeling wind blow
Now I'm locked inside this hole
The only thing I see is dark before my eyes
I feel the death, I feel I die!
Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!
My blood runs cold
I put my hands but cannot hold
There's nothing left but my soul
Now I'm free, I'm a ghost!
Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!
My blood runs cold
I put my hands but cannot hold
There's nothing left but my soul
Now I'm free, I'm a ghost!