| Oh, in the grey -- grey ghost that I call home
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| In the grey -- stony lonesome I call home
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| In the grey -- grey ghost that I call home
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| In the grey, grey ghost that I call home
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| Oh, he will not walk out the river now
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| He will not walk out the river
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| He will not walk out the river, singing
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| On the docks in Memphis, with the boombox, nodding out, singing
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| Don’t fall through the stars
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| Oh, in the grey -- grey ghost that I call home
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| In the grey -- stony lonesome I call home
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| In the grey -- grey ghost that I call home
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| In the grey, grey ghost that I call home
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| In the trail of the barge and the light upon the brine
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| He has staked these thoughts and the force is undivided, singing
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| Sleepy-eyed, the man is wading out into the night, singing
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| 'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'
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| Don’t fall through the stars
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| Embracing some hard-luck citizen, disgraced like some strange Bob Balaban
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| And placing your heels down in the sand, and…
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| Oh, in the grey -- grey ghost that I call home
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| In the grey -- stony lonesome I call home
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| In the grey -- grey ghost that I call home
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| In the grey, grey ghost that I call home |