The we had made
Me a Spector
A ghost walking
The streets
Haunting the night
As I walk I haunt
The streets looking
For you love and only that
But why do you deny us
But I wanted to be with you
Still!
As the full moon raises
I look for you
Haunting
And walking the streets
As I remember you sweet kisses
I wanted to have them last!
But then I am on the streets walking
For your love!
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
The we had made
Me a Spector
A ghost walking
The streets
Haunting the night
As I walk I haunt
The streets looking
For you love and only that
But why do you deny us
But I wanted to be with you
Still!
As the full moon raises
I look for you
Haunting
And walking the streets
As I remember you sweet kisses
I wanted to have them last!
But then I am on the streets walking
For your love!
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