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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
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That I once knew and talked to |
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Of whom I'd never boast |
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For this was my big secret |
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How I'd get ahead |
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And never have to worry |
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I'd call him instead |
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His answer came in actions |
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He never spoke a word |
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Or maybe I laid down the phone |
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Before he could be heard |
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I somehow feel forsaken |
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Like he had closed the door |
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I guess I just stopped needing him |
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As much as once before |
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But maybe he's still with me |
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The latch was left unhooked |
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He's waiting in the wind and rain |
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I simply haven't looked |
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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
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I feel I never told you |
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The story of the ghost |
