Petals In The Grass
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Off in the distance I can see
Her ghostly face looking at me
Floating around like a banshee
Should I touch her or let her be?
Will I get the third degree?
Nothing is ever a guarantee
Hear my words, hear my plea
My love for her was the key
But I pushed her away and set her free
Is this just a cruel memory?
Her ghostly face looking at me
Floating around like a banshee
Should I touch her or let her be?
Will I get the third degree?
Nothing is ever a guarantee
Hear my words, hear my plea
My love for her was the key
But I pushed her away and set her free
Is this just a cruel memory?
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