| Well there’s a man
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| Who dips his feet in holy water
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| And so he throws the rest of his body in
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| Says it’ll take more than wading
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| To keep the memories fading
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| I’m at least up to my neck in sin
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| He said i’m coming to terms with a ghost
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| Learning to deal
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| I’m gonna take what scares me the most
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| And turn it into something real
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| I try to go to the hospice every friday
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| Sit in traffic, thicker than blood
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| Try to know a man that i never really knew
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| And swim away from a forty year flood
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| And i’m coming to terms with a ghost
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| Learning to deal
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| I’m gonna take just what scares me the most
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| And turn it into something real
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| Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready
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| To pretend there’s someone to show
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| Did she ever find love
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| Or did this town have enough
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| I kinda bet, she’ll never let you know
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| But i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup
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| Covering wrinkles from smoking away tears
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| She wants it either way
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| And i want so bad to say
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| Love yourself for once my dear
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| She said
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| I bet she’s coming to terms with a ghost
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| Learning to deal
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| Gonna take just what scares her the most
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| Turn it into something real |