| Brother, are you really here?
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| The package I received is gone
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| Are you a phantom detective?
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| Can you read my soul backwards?
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| I would glide with you
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| If you are a backwards ghost
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| I will hire you
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| Brother, are you really home?
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| Holy as a blessed worm
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| A paradise ambasssador
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| Bring me to your room
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| And I will throw you rocks today
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| And watch them pass right through, you say
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| And this is not a game or test
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| We both have done some grieving
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| Brother, with your vast reward
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| A treasury you can’t afford
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| Surgeries and innocence abounds
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| And I have read in paper books
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| My eyes are glands on twisted hooks
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| Never have I felt or looked
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| So sorry for you now
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| Brother, are you trained to spy?
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| One eye open, one eye dry
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| When I die will you be my neighbor?
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| Tell me things I like to know
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| Dressing up from head to toe
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| Let them know to and fro
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| From here and tomorrow
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| Brother, are you really here?
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| The message I received is gone
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| Are you a phantom detective?
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| Can you read my soul backwards?
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| I would glide with you
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| If you are a backwards ghost
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| I will hire you |