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This ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday |
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Where I was meant to be |
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I almost missed my death, it's so good |
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Now he's decked in flowers for me |
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I hope she doesn't like me |
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Or I'll still be standing more than likely |
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Where he once stood |
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And that's not good |
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We pretend not to look at each other |
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But he could see over his shoulder |
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He got me a time, he got that a time |
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Never a time again |
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I noticed the hair on her head that's not real |
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Now I'm left with a dead and a naked ordeal |
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When all I want is down at the shore |
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Sitting in my car |
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And bitter sometimes but the taste is sweet |
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Your friends only like themselves in photographs |
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I don't like them |
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I don't like you |
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We pretend not to care for another |
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I stand on my feet when I hold her |
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We pretend not to look at the change |
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And for good I cry |
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So when the stars look bright above me |
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And in the streetlights I can't see |
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I walk on down to make a stand |
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Where he once stood |
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So now they lie there |
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Breast to breast and toe to toe |
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And all I want is down at the shore |
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Sitting in my car |
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We end it, it's all over |
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She'll marry me but I'll hold her |
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She shoveled the dirt into my face |
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But I don't care |
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I love her |
