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Like a stumbling ghost Visiting my soul Better get going Like the wind in my back A friend in my bed When I come home Time won't change that the truth Still hasn't been told Been bought and been sold Doubt won't talk away my hope My hope for some joy To spread from this boy The window's open The light is soaking I see it coming Over the ocean The window's open The light is soaking I see it coming Over the ocean From Letras Mania