| Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts
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| But we don’t know the credit-card's corner’s cut
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| Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills originally came from
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| Save me from basements and rooftops
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| Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots
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| Take a look into my eyes now
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| Take a look into the eyes of a ghost
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| Reach out for my hands now
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| Reach out for the hands of a ghost
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| Dead meat, we’re a shareholder’s dream of little babies with price tags on
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| their foreheads
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| Gently hold my wrist and feel my pulse slowly fading to the background music
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| Save me from basements and rooftops
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| Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots
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| Take a look into my eyes now
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| Take a look into the eyes of a ghost
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| Reach out for my hands now
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| Reach out for the hands of a ghost
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| Slept on the sidewalk
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| I’ve never felt so cold
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| Slept on the sidewalk
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| I’ve never felt so cold
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| I’ll come back for what I’ve left
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| I pay back a lifetime theft
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| I’ll come back for what is mine
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| This life was just one out of nine
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| Take a look into my eyes now
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| Take a look into the eyes of a ghost
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| Reach out for my hands now
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| Reach out for the hands of a ghost
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| The eyes of a ghost
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| I’ll come back for what is mine
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| This life was just one out of nine |