Motorama - Ghost (acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Ghost (acoustic)

my hopes, my will
were never a part of you

these days were sad and cold,
i'll never want them back again

but at this moment we are close to each other again
it's like a merge of different colors
in a silver mountain lake
we are at home again

it's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
it's like falling from the edge
to the bed with cold clean pillow

your voice, is pure and soft
it's throwing me back to my hopes

my ears were deaf and cold
please hold me tight in your arms again

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