Peter and the Test Tube Babies Lyrics
Ghost in my Bedsit

The sick patch on the carpet, the night we drank
too much. The gravy stains on the Belling Stove,
it misses the woman's touch. The hair on the soap,
the make-up in the sink. The toothbrush that you
left behind, it makes me stop and think.

There's a ghost, in my bedsit, of how it used to
be. There's a ghost n my bedsit, and it keeps on
haunting me.
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The scratches on my records, from where you left
them on the floor. The dirty clothes in my washing
bag, when you went out of the door. Now I'm
sitting all alone, and the silence burns my ears.
Memories dance around my head, every second seems
like years.

The presence in my bedsit, that just won't go
away. Like the stains on my duvet, from the nights
you used to stay. Programmes we watched together,
I've still got the video. And the telephone still
rings for you from friends who do not know.