Michael Johnson - Irina's Waltz Lyrics
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Irina's Waltz
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What Are The Lyrics For Irina's Waltz By Michael Johnson?
I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone I don't answer the door I'd just as soon be alone I don't keep this place up I just keep the lights down I don't live in these rooms I just rattle around I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow upon these walls As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control It took my body and soul I'm just a ghost in this house I don't care if it rains I don't care if it's clear I don't mind stayin in There's another ghost here She sits down in your chair And she shines with your light And she lays down her head On your pillow at night I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shell of the man I was A living proof of the damage heartbreak does I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control It took my body, my soul I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow upon these walls As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control It took my body and soul I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a ghost in this house |
Who Wrote Irina's Waltz By Michael Johnson?
Hugh Prestwood
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What's The Duration Of The Irina's Waltz By Michael Johnson?The duration of Irina's Waltz is 4:34 minutes and seconds. |
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