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memory's a secret handshakeshakes you with
it speaks my language
it ceases, i cease to believe
you're gonna leave
and acting out of a fight
when you're not around
with ease, i cease to exist
i slip through the leaves
we once had to wish
oh we wished for
heaven
it now only seems
like torture
oh this ghost will win my host
it's lingering
- in me
and around my neck
it taps on my head
while i'm asleep
memory's a secret handshake
shakes you with
speaks my language
cease, i cease to believe
you're gonne leave