Eventually, you always let go. That part of you will slip away and fade into a memory, or a scar. You have given up the ghost.
Lyrics:
Wherever you’re alive I’m with you
I think you should give up the ghost Give up the ghost Stretch your hands and Stretch your fingertips
Give up the ghost Give up the ghost Stretch your hands in mine
And die Like all the other times And die Like all the other times
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