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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