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A ghost, a ghost, I think almost, |
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I saw a ghost tonight! |
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I'm not sure where, The alley there, |
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I saw a thing in flight. |
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Was white, pure white, In dark of night, |
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And danced out of the dumpster. |
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With frizzy hair, I saw it there, |
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I think it was a monster. |
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But then, again, there are times when |
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The wind blows through the streets, |
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And from the trash, things blow around, |
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Like shirts, old towels, and sheets. |
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But frizzy hair? I swear, I swear, |
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I saw it over there. |
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Out from the dumpster I think a monster |
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Flew by me in the air |
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Like shirts, old towels, and sheets. |
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