Ghost In Your Closet You make me use the back door Cause your lady will be leaving through the front door soon Mind the smell of me on the crumbled sheets There's a ghost in your closet and it's me Pour me some red wine You can drink it from my lips, slowly rocking your hips There'll be no holding hands on a crowded street There's a ghost in your closet and it's me Dressed in white We were innocent then… Now we know Even though roads may be blocked you can't help but go (Let it show Like Bordeaux so red in the snow) Dried stains The ink on a paper that nobody reads There'll be no rose petals on an apple tree There's a ghost in your closet and it's me Dressed in black Time will sand all these years… Until we won't know Even the names of the flowers we used to sow (Let it show Like Bordeaux so red in the snow)
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