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I don't do well with crowds
I'm not so good at talking
I am the kind of girl who's better at remembering
Who's better at missing you
At thinking about what could have been
My favorite part of night is when you close your eyes
Ghost, I know your ghost better than I know you
I knew him long before I ever met you
I knew he would be faithful beyond life
And hold me through nights to the Moon and back
I'd rather seat outside take pictures of the same tree
As the leaves fall; as the flowers turn green
Ghost, I know your ghost better than I know you
I knew him long before I ever met you
I knew he would be faithful beyond life
And hold me through nights to the Moon and back
Ghost, I know your ghost better than I know you
I knew him long before I ever met you
I knew he would be faithful beyond life
And hold me through nights to the Moon and back
Ghost, I know your ghost better than I know you
I knew him long before I ever met you
I knew he would be faithful beyond life
And hold me through nights to the Moon and back
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