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windows are completely covered With the decals from all the places where we've already been Like Elvis-O-Rama, the Tupperware Museum The Boll Weevil Monument and Cranberry World
I keep it here with me And I am home... I am holding something fragile Breaks easy as the day But what it feels like is strong and steady Reaching me from worlds away
the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As the undead walk inside my head Don't you hear the ghostly calls? Transcending from beyond the
Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As the undead walk inside my head Don't you hear the ghostly calls? Transcending from beyond the
im goneeee im gone we outta here we outta here weightless, i can see the continents rollin in my space ghost, Rolls-Royce rocket ships im bringing back intelligence from space from
I am not what you think you see. one of the hunted. I am a ghost living in this walking death. one of the hunted. I am game to the most vicious prey.
A satanic dimension. Religious groups promise redemption in a new and different world. They tear you away from your family and friends and destroy your
Horton i focus my lenses on something more important i'm talkin Turk Wendell who here flys the invisible plane ohh my miserable brain i hate walking away from
runaway from everything you fought Runaway to everything you loved Take my hand, let's get famous I'm amazed how things can change How the real world can chase our dreams away
hurt Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Dead and gone but it still don't quit Children of the night never feel the sun They never walk in the path
the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on his feet see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder and walk across broken
angel rides Through dust of paradise Walk with me through The dust of paradise, my friend See my world, where the Ghosts of life are sent again Release your soul from
a little while And now my hopes and dreams Are falling down. Claw out my eyes, I'd rather be blind Than to see you turn around and walk away from me
life of worth is free To anyone's who's heard the call And turned and run away Despite this nasty world, I roam Imagine going home Ghost of a chance
