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Casper was ghost who I haunted all the time
And I watched him on the television screen in the summer time
And my youth went by like a fickle, fickle flame, like a little kid’s game
And I know, I know, I know why (mmm)
I know, I know, we’re gonna die

So

Casper take my hand into the promise land
Like a TV guide
Take my hand, you can have me any time you like

But it’s the ghost of my childhood
Ghost of my childhood memories
That were just out of reach
What’s a dream, what’s a dream, what’s a dream
To a ghost like me (like me, like me)
What’s anything?
What’s anything?

And my ghosts say

ooo
ooooo

Maybe it was me
A lonely child dwelling in the realm of what may be
Dancing, twirling, falling in a cartoon fever dream
Humming in the dark, hoping you’d taken the lead
Casper, if you’re here, tell me?
Please?

Casper was ghost who I haunted all the time
And he watched me dance in the living room out of time
And my youth went by like a fickle, fickle flame, 
he was always the same
And I know, I know, I know why (mmm)
I know, I know, he’s gonna fly (fly)

ooo
ooooo

what’s anything
to a ghost like me
…
…
… to a ghost like me

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Submitted on: January 31, 2020