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PHANTOM LIMB
(Verse 1) This empty room still hums your favorite song, Sunlight cuts the dust where your laugh belonged. I trace the cracks in every worn-out tile, Searching for your shadow one more mile. (Chorus) **I can still feel you like a phantom limb—** A ghost in every room, under my skin. This house is just a cage of might-have-beens... *I reach for you, but all I touch is wind.* (Verse 2) Your coffee cup’s a fossil on the shelf, I talk to it like I talk to myself. That sweater in the closet still holds heat, Smells of rain and old dreams, bittersweet. (Chorus) **I can still feel you like a phantom limb—** A ghost in every room, under my skin. This house is just a cage of might-have-beens... *I reach for you, but all I touch is wind.* (Bridge) The neighbors say, *"You should turn the page..."* But how do I quit a ghost I still stage? These walls rehearse the echo of your name— A silent fire only you could tame. (Outro Chorus) **I can still feel you like a phantom limb...** *(Whispered, fading)* *...All I touch is wind.*
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