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Have you met your ghost |
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He says things that you wont |
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And the stones that he throws |
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Are the grudges he holds |
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It's the lingering doubt |
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In the gathering crowd |
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It's his stones that we love |
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And the devils cast out |
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Fire and flames they are possessed |
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Lay the spirits down to rest |
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The spirits are ventriloquists |
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They say the thing that must be said |
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Did you strangle your ghost |
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When she broke in your home |
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And no time spent awake |
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Is just time spent alone |
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Fire and flames they are possessed |
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Lay the spirits down to rest |
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The spirits are ventriloquists |
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They say the thing that must be said |