Hi, I'm gonna be singing Ghost, like Mary on a cross. The truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go We were sitting in the cities Rocking to pay the dues But besides of the glamour, all we got was bruised After all of this sorrow, we were right in half In the truth of the matter is I'll never let you go, let you go You go to Andres like Holy Mary, Mariana, Mariana Cross I just don't know the bloody Mary, Mariana, Mariana Cross If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally And I see nothing wrong with that I'm searching for reasons to play by the rules I'll be quickly found, it's just for fools. And after all this...