Unfinished
I've got an unfinished song inside of me,
So, baby, right now don't bother me.
The letters aren't written,
And that's what I meant.
I've got these ghosts in my head,
Nonetheless meant
And no one believes me,
That's the saddest sorrow spent.
Just these ghosts and a long road,
Baby please go home.
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