Well, I woke up this morning
and never felt so much pain.
All the little sympathies have gone away again.
I kept on telling myself I'll never love you more,
but then I went and found you
with the ghost who lives next door.
And the first time that I saw you,
we were standing in line,
and every little piece of me is frozen in that time.
The man behind the counter,
he was fighting his own war,
but it's nothing compared to the ghosts who live next door.
And I don't know what you say and do not mean.
I don't know just what you think of me.
And you've bereft me of my vanity,
so I wish I could tell you more,
but I can't be in silence of the ghosts who live next door.
Oh, I can't be in silence by the ghosts who live next door.
Oh, I can't hear the silence of the ghosts who live next door.

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