From Poor Boy / Lucky Man album.
A Ghost of a Thousand Little Lies
You never get your hands covered in dirt
You never get your heart covered in hurt
Lean your cheep upon your hands - I'll be your glove
I try to dress you up with my love
You walk right through my walls
You walk right through my walls
The ghost of a thousand little lies
Is haunting my lips and my finger-tips, and my eyes
The ghost of a thousand little lies
Is haunting my lips and my finger-tips, and my eyes
Take me to England cause I'm going slightly mad
You never get your hands covered in love
Lean your cheek upon your hand - I'll be your glove
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