You will talk of how I wasted your time
Conversing deep with somebody new
As you jest about these imperfections of mine
You will see my face out of the blue
Telling you to be easy on my ghost
Lest you lose control and forget,
That I was even here..
Although my hands were greased, I held you still
Although my pockets were flat, I paid the bill
You can't deny the way I made you feel
Those flowers weren't expensive, but at least were real
So be easy on my ghost
Lest you lose control and forget,
That I even existed...
For unprecedented
Is a revival of a love funeral

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