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Have you met your ghost He says things that you wont And the stones that he throws Are the grudges he holds It's the lingering doubt In the gathering crowd It's his stones that we love And the devils cast out Fire and flames they are possessed Lay the spirits down to rest The spirits are ventriloquists They say the thing that must be said Did you strangle your ghost When she broke in your home And no time spent awake Is just time spent alone Fire and flames they are possessed Lay the spirits down to rest The spirits are ventriloquists They say the thing that must be said From Letras Mania