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Ghost Boy
I could see through him
His love for the living
He’s gone cold – I couldn’t forgive him

He couldn’t do this
A shade so aimless
Still has all unfinished business

Trouble from the start
Ghost boy and his dead heart

See him late at night
Such a sorry sight
He’s see-through, silver and white

Trouble from the start
Ghost boy and his dead heart