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Ghost StoryThe sun is sinking The geese are flying south It sets me thinking I did not suffer What did not kill me Just made me tougher His icy sinews Now in the firelight The case continues The same old trial The same old questions asked The same denial Like jury members I look for answers in The fire's embers That whole December I give my usual line I don't remember His icy fingers creep Into these bones of mine These memories never sleep And all these differences A cloak I borrowed We kept our distances Why should it follow that I must have loved you? I wore this mask to hide my scars What is the power that pulls the tide? Never could find a place to hide What moves the earth around the sun? What could I do but run and run and run? Afraid to love, afraid to fail A mast without a sail And slowly sinking Another day begins And now I'm thinking Was my invention When everything I did Sought your attention You were my measure You were a pirate's map Of buried treasure The last thing I'd expect The prosecution rests It's time that I confessed I must have loved you Sting |
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