Ghost Of You {CASHTON}
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I sit down at the piano and start playing. Sometimes I get stuck and Ashton's soul helps me.
Here I am waking up...
Still can't sleep on your side...
There's your coffee cup
The lipstick stain fades with time...
"Hey, I don't wear lipstick!" I'll laugh
If I can dream long enough
You'd tell me I'd be just fine ...
I'll be just fine...
"I will never be fine again" I whisper and tear a few tears.
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