bid goodnight to who you were
and dream the path where she's a ghost
keep her memory close
the way she'd hold the image you've become
only speak her secret name
to feel her judging eyes on you
richard marsh
and dream the path where she's a ghost
keep her memory close
the way she'd hold the image you've become
only speak her secret name
to feel her judging eyes on you
richard marsh
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