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You’re the ghost, of my past
The ghost, I take everywhere
Shroud my eyes, bury our past lives
Love is lonely, love is so unfair
And our rooms, are so cold
Scratched mirror, I can’t look into
Beyond the garden, is a grove
Of black flowers, cracked statues
Apparitions dance,
It’s more than happenstance
There’s a shadow in my dreams,
And a gallows, in my reverie
There’s a noise in these walls,
Lord I’m sorry, for all my blasphemy.
Apparitions dance,
It’s more than happenstance
Photographs, slowly fading,
A haunting, that’s masquerading,
In the churchyard dark pervading,
These spirits, serenading.
Apparitions dance,
It’s more than happenstance
Apparitions dance,
It’s more than happenstance
Written by: Adam Cresswell, Martin J Langthorne, Michael Malley, Nat Guest
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