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I'm not a Ghost I'm covered in flour -- you didnt realize it was the real me.

and when you spoke oh how you loved me -- sweet words were spoken that you would never had said -- if I were alive

Awe, bite your lip -- wait till the timing is right -- to tell her of your love

We'd walked down to that oak tree -- how we would climb so high we could see everything

We made plans -- of how we'd conquer the world -- when we got old some day

Awe, bite your lip -- wait till the timing is right -- to tell her of your love