| All hail the siren of our time
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| I’m possessed when she passes by
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| She drains the best years of my life
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| She makes promises she could never keep
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| Ain’t it a ghost machine
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| Making a ghost outta me
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| After all her lies and surprises still believes
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| I swear she’s gonna make a dead man outta me
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| By a ghost machine
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| Father forgive me cause I know
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| Exactly how I spread my soul
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| My darling she’s in the pocket of my coat
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| I make promises I could never keep
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| Ain’t it a ghost machine
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| Ain’t she a ghost machine
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| I’m still haunted by the faces on a screen
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| I swear she’s gonna make a dead man outta me
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| Do you know yourself?
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| I heard a voice call out
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| We define ourselves
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| By the things we can’t live without
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| I didn’t know that I could quit at anytime
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| But my ghost is a drug, my ghost is a drug
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| She’s in my blood and I can’t give her up
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| The clock the altar of our time
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| We thought the temple of our mind
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| And I’ve been sprinkling the blood of most my life
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| On the altars of my ghost machine
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| Ain’t she my enemy
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| My ancient remedy
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| The gods of empty promises and I believe
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| She haunts me with her laughter in my dreams
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| I swear she’s gonna make a dead man out of me
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| A ghost machine |