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Poor little ghost boy |
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It could've been a dream |
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Pray for the setting sun |
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On all these things we've seen |
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And I will run you a bath |
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And we can wash away |
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All the things they did to you |
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Yesterday |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Poor little ghost boy |
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I'll give to you my heart |
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We'll find the little ghost girl |
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They drowned in the bath |
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And this time little children |
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Will sweetly play their games |
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Without a forced libido |
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Grown up counting games |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Poor little ghost boy |
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A solipsist might sing |
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To reach into the lovely new sky |
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From bruised and bloodied scenes |
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To drift down as a feather |
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And settle down by the stream |
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And we will find the waterfall |
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To dream, dream, dream |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
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Nearly home, nearly home |
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Another mile, another mile |
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One foot in front of the other foot |
