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Driving cold on the glass
Watching the memories pass
Checking the rearview
A silhouette that isn’t there
Click of the lock
Keys on the shelf
It’s a long way down when you’re falling alone
Staring at the screen of a silent phone
I’m the salt on your tongue
The final verse that hasn’t been sung
I’m the silver thread
I bet you see my gh*st in every crowded room
I bet you think about me
I bet you think about me
I bet you think about me
Think about me
I bet you think about me
Every single night
Heels on the pavement
The thought of me makes you feel a little sick
You see a girl in a vintage coat
With a secret in a handwritten note
You’re free to go
So why am I the one to know
I’m the salt on your tongue
The final verse that hasn’t been sung
I’m the silver thread
I bet you see my gh*st in every crowded room
I bet you think about me
I bet you think about me
I bet you think about me
Think about me
I bet you think about me
Every single night
You can dance with the lights low
Try to let the night go
But I bet you see my ghost
But I bet you see my ghost
I’m the salt on your tongue
The final verse that hasn’t been sung
I’m the silver thread
I bet you see my gh*st in every crowded room
I bet you think about me
(I bet you think about me)
I bet you think about me
(I bet you think about me)
I bet you think about me
Think about me
I bet you think about me
Every single night
I’m the gh*st in the room
(Bet you see my ghost)
The one you left too soon
In every crowded room
I bet you see my gh*st in every crowded room
I bet you think about me
I bet you think about me
I bet you think about me
Think about me
I bet you think about me
Every single night