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Ghost on my Photograph

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[Verse 1] I've been walking through these empty streets Like something half-remembered Wind cuts through me, carries nothing back I think I used to live here Every corner knows a version of my face That I can't seem to find anymore The houses breathe without me And I'm just passing through their doors [Pre-Chorus] How many times can you lose yourself Before there's nothing left to lose? Standing at the crossroads of a thousand lives I never got to choose [Chorus] I don't know the face in the glass But I keep moving, I keep moving Something pulls me forward through the past While the sky keeps bruising I'm a ghost in my own photograph But I keep moving, I keep moving The path appears when I'm not looking back [Verse 2] There's a graveyard where I buried who I was Or who I thought I'd be The headstones read like promises I couldn't keep or set free This house is full of rooms I never opened Dust collecting on the names I used to answer to them once Now they echo all the same [Pre-Chorus] How many people have I been today? How many more before I'm done? The wind remembers everything I've lost But I can't remember one [Chorus] I don't know the face in the glass But I keep moving, I keep moving Something pulls me forward through the past While the sky keeps bruising I'm a ghost in my own photograph But I keep moving, I keep moving The path appears when I'm not looking back [Bridge] Maybe I'm not searching for anything Maybe I'm just learning how to disappear Maybe all these versions of myself Were never really here The night knows more about me than I do These streets have seen me die a hundred times But something keeps me breathing Something keeps me walking through the fire [Chorus - Variation] I don't know the face in the glass But I keep moving, I keep moving Every step erases where I've been There's no use in choosing I'm a phantom in this empty scene But I keep moving, I keep moving The destination finds me in between [Outro] I keep moving (I keep moving) Through the wind and the forgetting I keep moving (I keep moving) Till I find what I'm not looking for