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You are my favorite ghost,
haunting me in the memories.

You are my favorite ghost,
haunting me in the sight of perfection.

You are my favorite ghost,
haunting me in Fridays.

You are my favorite ghost,
making me cry when I thought you'd stay.

In this room,
there's no way to be scared
'cause in this room,
I've already been frazzled
by my fears.

I wish there's a way
to have the happiness we once had,
but you drifted away
from me--oh, am I now mad?

You are my favorite ghost,
reminding me that the beautiful things
we once had are now... dead.

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