Texty: Ladytron. Velocifero. Ghosts.

In the first days of the spring time
Made you up and split from thousand enemies
Made a trail of, of a thousand tears
Made you prisoner inside your own secrecy

There?s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I?m sorry
Doesn?t mean I?m sorry

At the first hour of the springtime
Made you up and split from thousand enemies
Now I see you from the corner
Clock strikes and I know you will be drinking alone

There?s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I?m sorry
Doesn?t mean I?m sorry

There?s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I?m sorry
Doesn?t mean I?m sorry

There?s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I?m sorry
Doesn?t mean I?m sorry
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