Hide me from the glitter
The part of me that can't dissolve
Cos I don't wanna feel bitter
And taste it deep within my soul
Im just a girl who dreams of singing (yeah)
Who wants the adulation most
What am I trying to conform to
Why am i making frineds with ghosts
Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here, how can I get home
Sometimes I drift away
I melt into another place
It's a fraction of my mind
And no it doesn't need a face
I meditate I find the light
Put the wrong I've done to right
It is part of giving time to
Get the best I can in life
Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here, how can I get home
Fly over me, make it clear, help me seen
No more turning back now
Cos I'm where I should be
No longer a I lost in a deep fantasy
I followed on and carried on now
elp me believe that the things that I need
Are high up with you
So much bigger than me
The story is written before I could breathe
Stay here beside me, help me to see
Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here, how can I get home
Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here, how can I get home
How can I get
How can I get
How can I get home
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Alesha Dixon - Chasing Ghosts
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