This town is forgotten and I,
I’m left behind
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Aegean ghost town
The houses are dreaming away
Up here in the mountain high
This town is forgotten and I’m
I’m left behind
I’m walking on yellow leaves
On dry and dusty ground
Looking in the doorways to see
If anyone’s around
I’m hearing voices in the wind
I’m seeing faces on the walls
I have a growing feeling that they
They haven’t left at all
Will we meet again?
Would you come through the door and would you stay
Will we meet again?
Or is this just an illusion at the break of day
And she seems to be closer now
Closer than she’s ever been
Gentle fingers on my temple
Like a memory in a dream
Everything is so confusing
Up here in the mountain high
I’m sitting here next to her shadow
And I’m touching the sky
Will we meet again?
Would you come through the door and would you stay
Will we meet again?
Or is this just an illusion at the break of day
I could have left with the others
But I would never be the same
I could have left with the others
But I would never be the same
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