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It’s like the good old days now your ghost came back home.
Mother kept all of your things as they were in your room.
It must have been so cold there, all alone and lonesome.
It’s like the good old days now your ghost came back home.
Sharing dreams of helicopters and mountain roads.
We’re afloat, our arms spread like wings across the room.
We’re afloat, our eyes bright and wide like the moon.
It must have been so cold there, all alone and lonesome.
It must have felt a little like losing your way to heaven.
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