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The ghost is sitting blistering in baggage claim, like a sinner at the pearly gates praying Saint Peter shout my name |
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Your thrift store suitcases to the gaudy faces to becoming queen the fax machine transmitting all the shirts and things |
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Hoping maybe the lady I'm saving from a florescent Hades, escapes the ticket thrown away inside the case |
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Maybe she's gone missing by mix up or hiccup that switches the terminal change lane blame the plane |
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Either way I aint gonna leave today without seen her face, I mean this place is poison |
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I can get a taste trade my hope for an antidote to maybe make my escape, but I go back into the flames to ensure that she is ok |
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They say its just a phase, they tell me sit and wait, they say its on its way, they say that every face becomes a frame |
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Then cultivate a common name, pack my things to get on the plane an fly leave her standing at the baggage claim... |
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I aint gone leave with empty hands, I aint gonna leave with empty hands (X2) |
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Some maybe wrong because i did this fast and also he did a reverse reverb on the vocals as well as other effects... I came in here and corrected a lot of it, some of it is still wrong, maybe a word or two. It's much closer than it was though. |
