He walked down a busy street
Staring solely at his feet
Clutching pictures of past lovers at his side.
Stood at the table where she sat,
And removed his hat in respect of her presence.
Presents her with the pictures and says,
'These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.
These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.'
Opened up his little heart, unlocked the lock that kept it dark
And read a written warning saying, ‘I'm still mourning
Over ghosts over ghosts over ghosts
Over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.'
Lover please, do not fall to your knees,
It's not like I believe in ever-lasting love.
He went crazy at nineteen, said he'd lost all his self-esteem
And couldn't understand why he was cry, cry, crying, crying.
He would stare at empty chairs think of the ghosts that once sat there:
The ghosts that broke his heart,
Oh the ghosts that broke my heart,
The ghosts that broke his heart,
Oh the ghosts that broke my heart.
The ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts,
The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.
Lover please, do not fall to you knees,
It's not like I believe in everlasting love.
He says I'm so lost, not at all well.
After it was done, when there was nothing left to be
Turned out I'd been following him
And he'd been following me.
After it was done, after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each other's shoulder.
Lover please, do not fall to you knees,
It's not like I believe in everlasting love.
Lover please, do not fall to you knees,
It's not like I believe in everlasting love.
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