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St. Joe, trade-in |
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I don't want this life |
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There's too much gold, and not enough bad guys |
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So won't you talk to |
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St. Pete and see what he can do for me |
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Because, of course, a ghost could not affect this world |
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Gimme pale skin, pale eyes |
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Soft glow, milky white |
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See through me in the light |
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Because, of course, a ghost could not affect this world |
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I see off my wife at elderidge and sun |
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I wait by the corner, the bus always comes |
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Always on time |
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Always the same one |
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I drift through the doors, |
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I float above the seats and hey there's my boy crossing the street |
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He's talking with friends |
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He's looking away |
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This is not the end |
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There are never enough days |
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I scream and |
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I shake and |
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I sound like the wind and |
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I miss the pain of our blood and our skin |
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Rubies and pearls, our blood and our skin |
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Our blood and our skin are worth everything. |
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Hey St Joe, |
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I was wrong |
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About the sea and the sun and my boy |
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Let me bleed, let me long |
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The taste of skin is joy |
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Because, of course, a ghost could not affect this world. |
