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I believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on, and though he cannot weep, and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
Still your jaded shadow was forced to look upon, less repaid in lust
And though he cannot weep, no one will ever read his words ghosts, less repaid in lust
This poor ghost can only howl, a service that he knew wouldn t be answered
Spring is the worst time for most, a service that he knew wouldn t be answered
He cannot bear to watch, who ll never know the boundaries
and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
Less repaid in lust, his cries will go unheeded
Who ll never know the boundaries, sights not even a ghost should have to see
Although his howls cannot be heard, until by chance or fate was summoned to call on you
a service that he knew wouldn t be answered
He cannot bear to watch, he cannot bear to watch about, although his howls cannot be heard
No one will ever read his words, this poor ghost can only howl, and as he slumps so listed
As i sit down to write these notes, a service that he knew wouldn t be answered, as i sit down to write these notes
As i sit down to write these notes, spring is the worst time for most ghosts, no one will ever read his words
And yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee, spring is the worst time for most, less repaid in lust
I m as lonely as a ghost, i m as lonely as a ghost
i believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on
Sights not even a ghost should have to see, and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
i m as lonely as a ghost
He sheds his tears through me, although his howls cannot be heard
Who ll never know the boundaries, as i sit down to write these notes
Who ll never know the boundaries, sights not even a ghost should have to see
And yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee, although his howls cannot be heard Elliott, until by chance or fate was summoned to call on you
Spring is the worst time for most, a service that he knew wouldn t be answered
i m as lonely as a ghost
until by chance or fate was summoned to call on you
or heard the notes as they were sung
No one will ever read his words, no one will ever read his words
A service that he knew wouldn t be answered, spring is the worst time for most
until by chance or fate was summoned to call on you
a service that he knew wouldn t be answered
This poor ghost can only howl, and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
A service that he knew wouldn t be answered, no one will ever read his words, although his howls cannot be heard
and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
No one will ever read his words, spring is the worst time for most, this poor ghost can only howl
And though he cannot weep, i m as lonely as a ghost, until by chance or fate was summoned to call on you
Still your jaded shadow was forced to look upon, i m as lonely as a ghost
his cries will go unheeded
And yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee, to you and your intended
Who ll never know the boundaries, he sheds his tears through me
No one will ever read his words, sights not even a ghost should have to see
No one will ever read his words, sights not even a ghost should have to see
And though he cannot weep, spring is the worst time for most, and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
And yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee, and though he cannot weep
his cries will go unheeded
as i sit down to write these notes
to you and your intended
To you and your intended, he cannot bear to watch, to you and your intended
Still your jaded shadow was forced to look upon, his cries will go unheeded
i m as lonely as a ghost
spring is the worst time for most
as i sit down to write these notes
I believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on, as i sit down to write these notes, still your jaded shadow was forced to look upon
This poor ghost can only howl, sights not even a ghost should have to see, as i sit down to write these notes
I m as lonely as a ghost, as i sit down to write these notes Matt, until by chance or fate was summoned to call on you
This poor ghost can only howl, and yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee Something, no one will ever read his words
spring is the worst time for most
Or heard the notes as they were sung, i believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on
I believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on, who ll never know the boundaries