I can't come up with any reason.
Why a ghost is following me.
Why a ghost is following me.
I've got some feed for the longing.
I've got the pill for the bad dreams.
The apparition dancing with me, stepping down all over my feet.
There is no key to my gate, but you can still come around.
Lean your ladder against my window and I'll come down.
I'll come down.
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You can still come around
