| There’s a man who used to live up on the top floor
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| It’s obvious he never found what he was looking for
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| And he appeared to me one night when I came walking through that door
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| Looked around and he’s not there anymore
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| He’s here and then he disappear
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| Saw the ghost of a man and his voice I did hear
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| He told me to be quiet, it was crystal clear
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| I looked around, and it filled me full of fear
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| Then I ran all the way to my room
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| Like an embryo inside the womb
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| Stuck my head under the covers like a loon
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| Soon my head was light like a balloon, yeah!
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| I said I ran all the way to my room
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| Like an embryo inside the womb
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| Stuck my head under the covers like a loon
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| Soon my head was light like a balloon, yeah!
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| This man he had a problem with excess noise after dark
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| He put his finger to his lips and the sound was sharp (shhhh!)
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| The apparition bluntly remarked
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| Soon the hair stood straight up off my arms
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| I felt so strange, slightly deranged
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| Saw the ghost of a man that killed himself
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| With a bullet at close range
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| But in the afterlife he still complained
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| About the noise in the hall, he never changed
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| Looking back I wish I could remember his name
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| Then I ran all the way to my room
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| Like an embryo inside the womb
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| Stuck my head under the covers like a loon
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| Soon my head was light like a balloon, yeah!
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| I said I ran all the way to my room
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| Like an embryo inside the womb
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| Stuck my head under the covers like a loon
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| Soon my head was light like a balloon, yeah!
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| I saw the ghost of a man
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| I was in a foreign land
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| Straight to my bed I ran
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| Look up at the ceiling fan
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| When my friends saw my face
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| Sweat dripping like I just won the race
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| This memory I can’t erase
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| (ONE! TWO!) |