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Down the streets of the eastern parts of our kingdom |
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Ghosts haunting all the little isles that my eyes have seen |
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Ghosts among the masses rushing down Main Street |
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A little ghost is hiding in the merchant's sack of gold |
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There are ghosts in the corners of the city |
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Ghosts infest the provincial town of sad |
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There are ghosts echoing all around me |
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They're rattling out the closet as she opens the door |
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To the past after peeking into the keyhole of the future |
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Oh, dear haunted ancestry of mine |
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There are ghosts in the corners of the city |
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Ghosts infest the provincial town of sad |
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There are ghosts in my songs and my sweet love's charm |
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Voices are ghosts in the pale and hazy afternoon |
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Ghosts sweep the shores out westward |
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Ghosts in every school yard of the North |
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Down in the marshlands |
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Even the petty hole where I was born; it ain't spared |
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There are ghosts in my songs and my sweet love's charm |
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Voices are ghosts in the pale and hazy afternoon |
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