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When I talk to you I trip up on my words,
'Cause there is too much spit and I can't swallow it all.
When I'm with you I get a little mad,
'Cause you're the best thing that I never had.
You still haunt me in the most peculiar way,
Hiding in the synapses and the neurons in my brain.
When I switch off at the end of the day I see pictures of you.
Underneath the night sky there is a mountain high.
On that mountain high, there is a house.
In that house there is a ghost of you.
There is a ghost of you and not much else.
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