Dewain Whitmore Jr., Mirella Castellano & Rob Persaud ghost stories

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Tip toed around the questions, don't wanna know the answer,
is it true what they say of you…
Never mind forget it,
I'm too busy falling for what might be a lie, oh, here's the truth,
I'm close to handing over my heart,
but baby I'm afraid of your dark,
When I hear, how they paint your name, I feel a chill rush over me,
I wanna cover my ears, and close my eyes, hearing your past is like I'm hearing
Ghost stories, a ghost story, scares the love right out of me
That you I'm trying to picture, is like frankenstein of fiction
but your touch don't seem haunted, you don't give me the shivers,
I see you for everything you are, but that could be a lie, oh, here's the truth
I'm close to handing over my heart
but baby I'm afraid of your dark
When I hear, how they paint your name, I feel a chill rush over me,
I wanna cover my ears, and close my eyes, hearing your past is like I'm hearing
Ghost stories, a ghost story, scares the love right out of me
My fears lie in the shadows, in the back of my mind, but their all justified, oh
I know they might be shallow, but they keep me terrified, do I wanna be terrified

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