Ghost

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And I've been drifting off on knowledge
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Cat-calls on cat-walks
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Man these women getting solemn
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I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander
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We took a flight at midnight
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And now my mind can't help but wander
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'How come? '
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Spoon-fed pluralized eyes
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To find the beaches in the forest
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When I'm looking off the edge
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I preach my gut it can't help
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But ignore it
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I'm climbing up the walls
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Cuz all the shit I hear is boring
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All the shit I do is boring
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All these record labels boring
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I don't trust these record labels I'm touring
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All these people on the planet
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Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
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All the people on the planet
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Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
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How come?
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What goes up, ghost around
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Goes around around around around
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What goes up, ghost around
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Ghost around around around around
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Soul not for sale
Probably won't make no money off this
Oh well
Reap what you sow
Perfection is so... Mm