| I was living in the belly of a shark
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| Seen what he was eating all the time
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| She pulled me out with her pirate sense of duty oh
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| She said you ve been living off the dark end blend
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| Now its time to come out my friend, you thought
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| Oh I ll never see the light but you were wrong
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| You just became the light
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| Chorus: cause I am a ghost boy I don t
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| Scare and I don t get no bellyaches
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| And I ll be eating sparrows
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| Sitting on top of a tree
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| And as the days go by won t
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| You show me where to get them bellyaches
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| Or I ll be eating marrow
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| Straight from the bone
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| Those days I had a coronary taste
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| Falling from the tip of my tongue
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| She was looking for a little fun
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| And me I was the only one oh she said:
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| Big sewers filled with little kids
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| West side story be the story of bids that go
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| High till they brake the sky
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| They make bible stones seem old
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| Now all that can save me
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| Is my own rabies
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| So I bite my own self
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| And I quiet down like stealth again
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| All that can save me
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| Is my own rabies
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| So I bite my own self
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| And I quiet down like stealth bombers
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| Chorus: cause I am a ghost boy I don t
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| Scare and I don t get no belly aches
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| And I ll be eating sparrows
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| Sitting on top of a tree
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| And as the days go by won t
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| You show me where to get them bellyaches
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| Or I ll be here like pharaohs
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| Forever on my own |