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Ghosts of Penn Hills - William Fitzsimmons
Could I please have a minute to catch my breath
Everyone that I loved has been left behind
Not the kind who would tend to believe in ghosts
But I see them every night
Had a dream that I was just a boy again
And my father was young and still full of time
Now my grandmother's body is in the earth
But I see her every night
I will love you till
The ghosts of these Penn Hills will bring me where you are
I was woke by the baby at 5 am
Found out later that's when you left
And I hope that it's true that we will meet again
And I'll tell my girls your name
But I'll miss you all the same
