47.Fear of Ghosts
Lyricist：Boris Bransby-williams, Simon Gallup, Roger O'donnell, Robert
Smith, Porl Thompson, Laurence Tolhurst
Like a feeling that I'm down
Deep inside my heart
Like I'm looking out through splitting blood red
Windows in my heart
From a higher up than heaven
And a harder down than stone
Shake the fear that always clawing
Pulls me clawing down alone
As I spitting, splitting, blood red
Breaking windows in my heart
And the past is taunting fear of ghosts
Is forcing me apart
And the further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
And the further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
I am lost again
With everything gone
And more alone
Than I have ever been
I expect you to understand, to feel it too
But I know that even if you will
You cannot ever help me
Nor can I ever help you
Nor can I ever help you
Never ever help you
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