| Oh!
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| No matter where you run
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| It’s gonna follow you
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| Give up the ghost
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| Give up the ghost
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| Oh!
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| Ain’t no one to hear you
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| Who you calling to?
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| Give up the ghost
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| Give up the ghost
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| Ain’t nobody tryn’a save you
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| Ain’t nobody tryn’a do that work if you ain’t tryn’a do that
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| This is not hyperbole
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| This is facts
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| This is know your value, recognize your gift
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| And I can’t show you how to do that
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| I can show you how to make a couple dollars
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| I can’t show you how to feel about a damn thing
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| Nah, I could pro’lly think of something
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| Hold up let me think of something
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| Drop all the work dedicate a couple days to ya cause
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| Lost hope
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| Not false
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| But misplaced
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| That out of step with the world’s
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| A common refrain
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| To every stretched out T-shirt teen
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| Who thinks the world is mean
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| And every girl who finds her chest obscene
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| 'Cause her friends have dads
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| And men are fuckin' trash
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| Growing up with gropers
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| And a host of hang-ups to get over
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| Take em over
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| Dash
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| How you feel
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| Take it over
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| What you do
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| Take it over
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| To get over
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| Over and over again
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| Oh!
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| No matter where you run
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| It’s gonna follow you
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| Give up the ghost
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| Give up the ghost
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| Oh!
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| Ain’t no one to hear you
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| Who you calling to?
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| Give up the ghost
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| Give up the ghost
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| Anger’s my meat, I feed upon myself
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| And so shall starve with each eating
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| And pass along in poorer health
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| Danger is the minds of men
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| Who see no lines dividing hell
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| It’s here, it’s clear there is nowhere
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| To hide from what’s inside of us
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| Stop fighting it!
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| It’s all in vein, like arteries
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| Sin’s a thing that’s following like shadows, assholes, and the ball and chain
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| You got it man?
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| From the garden Eve
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| All the way
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| To the modern day
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| We dream of speed out running what is haunting our good name
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| And we believe that that is something that we can attain
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| Like sound and light is all to life that sets the clocks of things
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| And the speed of these is all we need to finally out pace
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| The evil deeds that we have screed in the book of you and me
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| It’s fucking stupid
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| I was so foolish
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| To think I was safe
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| The gods ain’t ruthless
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| They are mute and they just lay in wait
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| For us to fuck it up all on our own
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| Ain’t that great?
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| Everyday
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| No escape
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| Might as well just face it babe
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| Oh!
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| No matter where you run
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| It’s gonna follow you
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| Give up the ghost
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| Give up the ghost
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| Oh!
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| Ain’t no one to hear you
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| Who you calling to?
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| Give up the ghost
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| Give up the ghost |