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James |
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Gold Mother |
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Walking The Ghost |
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There's a knocking at my window. |
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Not one for yes but two for no. |
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Some spirit is unsatisfied |
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From watching her world spin out of control. |
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At night she goes walking around her old home |
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Objecting to how it's all changed. |
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She preferred her arrangements to the ones which we made. |
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Walking the ghost |
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Walking the ghost |
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Walking the ghost. |
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There's baggage on my shoulders. |
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Making me stoop. Bending my frame. |
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My neck is crocked lopsided. |
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I will never be tall again. |
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At night she goes walking around her old home. |
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You can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones. |
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I can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones. |
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Walking the ghost |
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Walking the ghost |
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Walking the ghost. |
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I'm sensitive to unkindness. |
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Stab in the back, burn in the ribs. |
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I need your fingers to straighten my flesh. |
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I hope your fingers are kind. |
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Hope. Fingers. |
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Walking the ghost |
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Walking the ghost |
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Walking my ghost. |