The house is haunted by the echo of your fav'rite song; The place is cluttered up with mem'ries that have lived too long, Much too long. The ceiling is white, but the shadows are black, The ghost in my heart says she'll never come back - The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye.
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Mel Torme
The place is cluttered up with mem'ries that have lived too long,
Much too long.
The ceiling is white, but the shadows are black,
The ghost in my heart says she'll never come back -
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye.