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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