Ooooooooo.

Ooooooo.
A ghost approaches you. A cute ghost.
Possesses you—now you’re the host.
You rampage on a killing spree
Barking about at every tree
Oooooo.
This was the moment
You loved most.

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A ghost of mine

Arguing with a ghost of mine
He says I’d be better off without him
And I agree
In fact, we can’t decide which one of us agrees most.
Sometimes we argue which one of us agrees least.
On occasions, we quarrel which one is more indifferent.
From time to time the ghost is not around
And I feel sad

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