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T. Finn |
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Pale as the sunrise and cold as the moonlight |
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She suddenly glides into view |
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Echoing footsteps |
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Meandering laughter it's you, ooh |
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Every whisper reveals a dark secret |
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Her first and last love was untrue |
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And behind the makeup are the scars of a breakup |
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You can see it right through |
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The ghost girl |
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Don't get too close boy, to the ghost girl |
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She's already started haunting you |
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Utter dispair has a fatal attraction |
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When clothed in a shimmering gown |
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But don't take up where her assassin left off |
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Or you'll be let down by the ghost girl |
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Don't get too close boy, to the ghost girl |
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She's already started haunting you |
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She spooks me, woh, the ghost girl |
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Come to me, woh, the ghost girl |
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In the middle of the night, woh, the ghost girl |
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She spooks me, woh, woh, woh |
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Ghost girl |
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Don't get too close boy, to the ghost girl |
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She's already started haunting you |
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Ghost girl |
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Don't get too close boy, to the ghost girl |
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She's already started haunting you |
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Ghost girl (repeat til fade) |
