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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Inside big old bass tones |
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Deep in the belly of a fish |
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I can't help noticin' |
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Their pearly teeth are flickerin' |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Some are superstars with |
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Preformed, plastic, paste on hair |
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Driving, hiding behind sunglasses |
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And I just can't help but stare |
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And I hear them singin': |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Everywhere |
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Over there |
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Under there |
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Ghosts are certainly everywhere |
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Swallowing whole trees |
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And startling creatures of the sea |
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Ran into one under my covers |
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And it gave me quite a scare (gave me quite a scare) |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Flying through the air with the greatest of ease |
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And landing here and there |
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Never ever ever ever missing a beat |
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As they pound with some bones on a foam chair |
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And I hear them singin': |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Everywhere |
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They're in the drain |
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They're in the sink |
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They're in between all the thoughts that you think |
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They're under my shoe |
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And in garbage sacks |
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In the middle of a mountain |
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In space where it's black |
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And they're everywhere |
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Wandering free and brushing by me |
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Late at night at the store twenty-four |
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Pickin' up a box of customized cookies |
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And disappearin' through the door |
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And I hear them sing: |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Na na nanana |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
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Everywhere |
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Over there, under there |
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Everywhere |
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Over there, under there |
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Everywhere |
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Over there, under where |
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Everywhere |
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Ghosts are everywhere |
