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The ghost comes to visit |
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With my keys in his pocket |
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Kisses on my mouth |
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With his eyes hanging out of his sockets |
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Memories crumbling |
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Under steel resistance |
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I was torn out like pages |
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From the book of existence |
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I woke up in a strange place |
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Music so loud that |
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I spilled all my beer |
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I made a call from my blackened cab |
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Some destination was moving on in |
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And I remember words that you told me |
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Now they come down so hard, so plain |
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Fate is gonna find your love |
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In a glass of champagne |
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Love came calling |
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As a counterfeit mistress |
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Stealing from the pockets |
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Of a sadomasochist |
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And she's mouthing for this place |
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Like a tongue on crystal myth |
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Her cigarette smell |
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Like the fear inside my chest |
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And I woke up in a strange place |
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My mind a blur and some red on my chin |
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I made a ride in that blackened cab |
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Some destination was moving on in |
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Easy now, this car is speeding up |
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For my last chance crashing to freedom |
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Fate is gonna find your love |
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In a glass of champagne |
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Sweat pours down |
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You're in the back seat sleeping |
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And she waits by the window |
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From my empty bed weeping |
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And the ghost guns the motor |
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To the promised land he promised you |
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I guess this is the time |
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When my best intentions become accidents |
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Well, this is my story for the dislocated |
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You're gonna love, but it turned to be hated |
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Because the lies of the spirit possessed her |
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Because the eyes of your lover resist you |
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Listen up, you keep your aim steady |
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As your temple turns to kiss the pistol |
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Fate is gonna find your love |
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In a glass of champagne{ |
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Thank you} |
