| Chasing ghosts in a hotel parking lot
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| 'Round and 'round till the stars go out.
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| Never knowing that the best we’d ever get
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| Was in the here and now.
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| Just another old home movie
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| With no sound but it’s deafening.
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| Chasing ghosts in a hotel parking lot
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| Till the frame burns out.
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| You never get any older
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| Every memory’s come and gone
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| I can’t believe it’s been so long.
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| If I could cover the distance
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| Would it make any difference
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| With all the sorrow and the joy
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| Frozen in the celluloid?
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| (oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| Thoughts blur every time I look away
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| Is it you or the alcohol?
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| Hanging on like a death row innocent
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| Waiting for the call.
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| I don’t know what I’m looking for
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| A light shining through an open door?
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| But it’s enough just to have you here again
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| Living on the wall.
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| You never get any older
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| Every memory’s come and gone
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| I can’t believe it’s been so long
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| If I could cover the distance
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| Would it make any difference
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| With all the sorrow and the joy
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| frozen in the celluloid?
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| (oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| (oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) |