Hotel rooms have their share of ghosts 

One just flew out from the mini bar 

Gypsies take their bodies 

and they leave their bags behind 

of karma and vibe and suicide 



I'm looking out over foreign fields 

A steeple watches guard over wounds that have yet to heal 

And I really wish you were here 

Yeah I really wish you were here 



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Did you think I would run away 

Did you believe I could fly 

Did you know I'd take you with me 

In my heart 

In my dreams 

You're right here next to me 



Molly Malone's has her share of ghosts 

I've seen 'em fly out from the microphone 

They sing through my body and they leave their songs behind 

Of lovers and losers and passerby's 



I'm counting the hours that I've lived without sun 

A stranger takes me home and speaks to me in tongue 

And I really wish you were here 

I really wish you were here 



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I'm catching sleep in the back of a car 

Wrapped up in a blanket with my Taylor guitar 

I really wish you were here 

I really wish you were here 



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I really wish you were here 

I really wish you were here