| I’m a ghost
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| Walking in a boring dream
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| You are there
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| Talking and I’m not listening
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| I am busy doing nothing
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| And you’re rudely interrupting
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| It’s a myth and now I see it clearly
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| You don’t have to be sad to make something worth hearing
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| Now I’m calm and content
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| One more burden off my back
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| You don’t wanna be a creator
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| Doesn’t mean you’ve got nothing to say
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| Put down the pen, don’t let it force your hand
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| I’m a ghost
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| Walking on an empty street
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| No name anymore
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| No need to call for me
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| I’m a long-lost hometown hero
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| Late to legendary past lives within me
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| If I had the offer to do it again
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| Make me invincible, invisible, or brain dead
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| If the body and the life were two things that we could divide
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| I’d deliver up my shell to be filled with somebody else
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| You don’t wanna be a creator
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| Doesn’t mean you’ve got nothing to say
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| Put down the pen, don’t let it force your hand
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| You don’t wanna be a leader
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| Doesn’t mean you don’t know the way
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| Hold your own hand, walk on without a plan |