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GHOST TOWN
Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus © Mono Music AB
As I was driving home
One night in late December
The snow began to fall
I lived a nightmare that
I always will remember
The darkest of them all
The snow was coming down in droves
And the frost
Was sticking to my windscreen
And I was lost
Then, before me
When the storm at last subsided
I saw an awesome sight
Ghost town
Deadly white
Frozen in the silence
Of the winter night
Ghost town
Heaven knows
What becomes of people
When the wild wind blows
I stopped the car and took
A frantic look around me
That's when the engine died
That sinking feeling of
Despair will always hound me
No matter how I tried
The wretched motor still
Refused to ignite
A sence of menace loomed
In the pale moonlight
And I've never felt
So helpless and so lonely
I never knew such fright
Ghost town
Deadly white
Frozen in the silence
Of the winter night
Ghost town
Nothing there
Empty windows staring
At you everywhere
Ghost town
Dead and cold
Burial ground of secrets
And of tales untold
Ghost town
Heaven knows
What becomes of people
When the wild wind blows
A door crashed open
Spilling light and raucous laughter
Into the moonlit street
And in the beam of light
A shadow seconds after
The sound of shuffling feet
The shape was slowly
Coming closer, it seemed
Mysteriously familiar
And how I screamed
When the moonlight briefly
Fell upon its features
I stared at my own face
Ghost town
Haunted place
With eternal winter
Locked in cold embrace
Ghost town
Heaven knows
What becomes of people
When the wild wind blows
Ghost town
Nothing there
Empty windows staring
At you everywhere
Ghost town
Deadly white
Frozen in the silence
Of the winter night
Ghost town
Burial ground of secrets
And of tales untold
What becomes of people
When the wild wind blows
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