A GHOST AT MOST
A GHOST AT MOST: DREW LANCASTER
I WALK IN KNOWING
I SHALL BE A GHOST
THE GATHERING OF BLOOD
STILL BLEEDING I FEEL THEM MOST
NO NEED FOR A TOAST
SAVE THE FALSE CHEERS
SIX FEET HIGH I HAD TO CLIMB
JUST TO BRING MYSELF HERE
WHY ALL THE STARES
EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
HEAR THE WHISPERS OF BROTHERS AND SISTERS
"I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD"
I WALKED IN KNOWING
I WAS A GHOST AT MOST
CHEERS FOR THE YEARS OF TEARS
THAT FELL IN MY HANDS ALONE NOW LOST
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