There are other ways of making people into ghosts
Nothing to fear
Nothing to be ashamed of
Not one of them looked at her
She hollered as loud as she could
To help us latch onto a reason
To cry about the simple hell
But this is a truth that applies to the human race
Like watching all this time knowing that the gun is empty
To cover her mouth with your hands
Then what happened?
Without even stopping to think
I soon found out
That's just their way

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