Goosebumps On My Soul
You have left goosebumps on my soul,
will anything feel like being with you?
Tender bruise that never seems to heal
when the lights are off and it’s quiet;
Will anything feel like being with you?
A trip around the world wouldn’t do;
When the lights are off and it’s quiet
ghostly fingertips play along my mind ;
A trip around the world wouldn’t do
tender bruise that never seems to heal;
Ghostly fingertips play along my mind,
you have left goosebumps on my soul.
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