You know that ghost is me

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
’bout a ghost from a wishing well 

In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see
 

If I could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell

When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won’t read that book again
Because the endings just too hard to take

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