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Paper Ghosts (Lyric Video)
đŦ LYRIC VIDEO âĸ "Paper Ghosts" â Os VÃŗrtice đĩ Ouça a mÃēsica completa no Dexbom: https://dexbom.com/track/gR6Xdt7xHXVym8s ââââââââââââââââââ đ LETRA ââââââââââââââââââ đļ Verso Pages rustle like secrets half-kept A coffee stain on a line I still recall Your name in the margin, faded, yet there Like a whisper I didnât know Iâd miss at all ⨠PrÊ-refrÃŖo And the light through the window, low and slow Paints the past in gold, just like you used to know đ RefrÃŖo Oh, I breathe you inâthe dust of old paperbacks Scent of your laughter, curled up in the cracks Every line a memory, every page a hand Trapped in the silence where your voice still stands In the smell of the past, I find you again Like a book left open, like a love that wonât end đļ Verso A bookmark still holds your favorite line Faded ink on a story I canât erase You said, âThis oneâs mine,â and then you said âYouâre mineâ Now the words stay warm, just like the days we made ⨠PrÊ-refrÃŖo And the wind through the trees, low and slow Whispers your name where the stories go đ RefrÃŖo Oh, I breathe you inâthe dust of old paperbacks Scent of your laughter, curled up in the cracks Every line a memory, every page a hand Trapped in the silence where your voice still stands In the smell of the past, I find you again Like a book left open, like a love that wonât end đ Ponte I touch the spine and the echoes start A moment held in a worn-out heart Youâre not goneâyouâre just written in time And I keep you here, in the quiet, in the rhyme đ RefrÃŖo Oh, I breathe you inâthe dust of old paperbacks Scent of your laughter, curled up in the cracks Every line a memory, every page a hand Trapped in the silence where your voice still stands In the smell of the past, I find you again Like a book left open, like a love that wonât end đĩ Final Like a book left openâĻ Like a love that wonât endâĻ Just you... in the pagesâĻ Just meâĻ in the scentâĻ ââââââââââââââââââ đ¤ Clipe e mÃēsica criados por InteligÃĒncia Artificial ¡ Projeto Dexbom AI #LyricVideo #Dexbom