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Lyrics: Grantlike a ghosta ghost of something oldit's cold and dusty in herejust twenty yearsand six feet down I'm told
I know your face
I share your namein the darkwhen shadows have their waya finger's a chimneyand the moon's on firethen sleep arriveshe's got his bags and waresthe dragon sleepsand St. George staresyou won't write, no you won't writethat's all I ask, that you just writeand you say no, that you can't speakyou've lost your voice, you let it goyou let it golike a ghosta ghost of something oldit's cold and dusty in hereit's in your handit sits just like a glovethe finger traces the lines of loveit's cold and dusty in heresomeone you knewis watching you
I'm someone you knew
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