All fifa mobile soundtracks from 2017-2024

Lyrics:
In a dusty old asylum, where the walls have seen some things
Lives the ghost of poor old Millie, who just quietly sings
She’s not your classic phantom, with a terrifying wail
She’s a 25-year-old spirit, and her haunting is a fail.
She floats through creepy hallways, in her spectral skinny jeans
And tries to scare the tourists, but they never make a scene.
They just say "Did you feel a draft?" and "What a historic site!"
While Millie rolls her ghostly eyes and gives up for the night.

Oh, I'm the Millennial ghost in the abandoned asylum wing
I'd rather be on Instagram, doing my own thing.
They say I should be spooky, rattle chains and moan and groan,
But the only thing that's scary here is the lack of a good phone.
No Wi-Fi in the ether, just a cold and drafty hall,
I'm the most bored apparition at this supernatural ball.

The other ghouls are ancient, from the days of black and white
They whisper of their tragic pasts in the pale moonlight.
There's a knight who lost his helmet, and a lady in a gown,
And I'm the one who has to explain what "going viral" means in this town.
I tried to write "GET OUT" in dust, upon a window pane,
But my ghostly finger slipped and I just wrote "LORRAINE".
Now the ghost hunters are searching for a spirit with that name,
It's all so very awkward, and a little bit insane.

Oh, I'm the Millennial ghost in the abandoned asylum wing
I'd rather be on Instagram, doing my own thing.
They say I should be spooky, rattle chains and moan and groan,
But the only thing that's scary here is the lack of a good phone.
No Wi-Fi in the ether, just a cold and drafty hall,
I'm the most bored apparition at this supernatural ball.

I miss the taste of lattes, and of avocado toast,
Of all the earthly pleasures, I miss brunch the very most.
I'd kill for a good podcast, or a season to binge-watch,
But all I get are creaking doors and a ghostly game of hopscotch.

Oh, I'm the Millennial ghost in the abandoned asylum wing
I'd rather be on Instagram, doing my own thing.
They say I should be spooky, rattle chains and moan and groan,
But the only thing that's scary here is the lack of a good phone.
No Wi-Fi in the ether, just a cold and drafty hall,
I'm the most bored apparition at this supernatural ball.

So if you see a flicker, or a shadow on the stair,
It's probably just me trying to get some decent air.
Don't scream or run in terror, just give a friendly wave,
And for the love of all that's holy, share your hotspot, be brave!

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