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*Scott Matthew*





Memories of secret handshakes, you

It speak my language

Sees, I cease to believe

You're gonna leave.



And acting out a fight

When you're not around

With ease, I cease to exist

I slip through the leaves

We once had to wish



Oh we wished for,

Heaven, It now only seems

Like torture



Oh this ghost

Will win my host it's, lingering

In me, and around my neck

It taps on my head

While i'm asleep



Memories of secret handshakes, you

it speak my language

Sees, that cease to believe

You're gonna leave