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As Tall As Lions Ghost Of York

saw you pass right by But maybe i had too much wine I hope you come back tonight. You never said goodbye Tell me that you could see it A ghost who'

losing it maybe you're blind Saw her walk through a wall, turn her head and look at me In a York hotel hall I am falling to my knees Softly, as your

Wit dope bomb, then post long I'm on the mics like En Vogue song With the heart of lion like Voltron We don't pop champagne, east New York, this aint