| Overheard the medium giving her two cents
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| His eyes just rolled back with more weariness
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| And as she moved a certain way, somehow I realize
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| That we’re all just ghosts inside
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| That, we’re all just ghosts inside
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| Oh I wish I was your medium
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| I’d be a better friend
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| For you I’d turn back the clock and move it up again
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| This I know, the story goes, as sure as stars above
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| Bring her back for you, the one you love
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| I’d bring her back for you, the one you love
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| Myrtle trees sway eerily, nightfall drawing near
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| Electric currents move across the atmosphere
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| And I will sing out loud repeating verses to myself
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| I will try to sing them well
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| I will try to sing them well
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| Oh I wish I was your medium
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| I’d be a better friend
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| For you I’d turn back the clock and move it up again
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| This I know, as the story goes, as sure as stars above
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| I’d bring him back for you, the one you love
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| I’ll bring him back for you, the one you love |