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Hello, I am the ghost of troubled Joe |
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Hung by his pretty white neck some eighteen months ago |
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I traveled to a mystical time zone |
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And I missed my bed and I soon came home |
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They said, "There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream |
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And a lack of real spice in your life" |
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I said "Leave me alone because I'm alright, Dad |
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Just surprised to still be on my own" |
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Oh, but don't mention love |
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I'd hate the pain of the strain again |
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A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours |
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It has been before, so why can't it be now? |
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And the people who are uglier than you and I |
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They take what they need and just leave |
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Oh, but don't mention love |
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I'd hate the pain of the strain again |
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A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours |
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It has been before, so it shall be again |
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And the people who are weaker than you and I |
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They take what they want from life |
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Oh, don't mention love |
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No, no, don't mention love |
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A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours |
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Your youth may be gone but you're still a young man |
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So phone me, phone me |
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So phone me, phone me, phone |
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Oh, oh, I think I'm in love |
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Oh, oh, I think I'm in love |
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Oh, oh, I think I'm in love |
