Ghost

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People say I'm lucky
For being able to dissapear
To become a mere ghost
In this bleak, grey atmosphere

But, if only they could hear the cries of a girl
Who wishes to be seen
If only they could see
The girl I would have been

People say they're envious
That they'd love to dissapear
If only they knew how lonely it is
Here,in the blue-grey atmosphere

They all say they're jealous
But they don't know what's true
They don't see the pain I feel
For being unlike all of you

I wish that I could be more
Than just a mere ghost in the air
I wish I could be visible
And they'd see me standing there

But, by a twist of fate, it seems
I'm forever doomed a ghost
The only sign of my passing here
A slight breeze, at most

M.I.A

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