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Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts |
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But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut |
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Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills originally came from |
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Save me from basements and rooftops |
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Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots |
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Take a look into my eyes now |
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Take a look into the eyes of a ghost |
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Reach out for my hands now |
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Reach out for the hands of a ghost |
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Dead meat, we're a shareholder's dream of little babies with price tags on their foreheads |
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Gently hold my wrist and feel my pulse slowly fading to the background music |
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Save me from basements and rooftops |
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Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots |
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Take a look into my eyes now |
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Take a look into the eyes of a ghost |
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Reach out for my hands now |
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Reach out for the hands of a ghost |
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Slept on the sidewalk |
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I've never felt so cold |
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Slept on the sidewalk |
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I've never felt so cold |
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I'll come back for what I've left |
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I pay back a lifetime theft |
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I'll come back for what is mine |
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This life was just one out of nine |
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Take a look into my eyes now |
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Take a look into the eyes of a ghost |
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Reach out for my hands now |
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Reach out for the hands of a ghost |
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The eyes of a ghost |
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I'll come back for what is mine |
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This life was just one out of nine |
