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Hot Chocolate
rode that ghost from her house to my housedarkened by the long gone sunsettrees hang over and make it even darkeri pass by them every single night there's a ghost that lives right above mefloating dead but never been alivenot a boy, a girl, and only at nightfills my tummy and makes me somethingshe fills me up like drinking hot chocolatesweet and warm and shes my honeywhen i have to go home i wanna... sucicideafter that im awfully lonely
From Letras Mania