| Girls, come on over
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| I’m too loath to twist and shout
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| Got rose haze for the nightshade and some bubblegum for your pout
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| RSVP to be not going out
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| Going out’s just chasing the ghost of a good time
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| It gets you caught up in the rewind
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| Chasing the ghost of a good time, you start to regress to a past life
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| Chasing the ghost of a good time
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| I got it good when I’m inside
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| Never go
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| Red bottoms on the sofa, or party in a cabin in the woods
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| Trailblaze in the wildness
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| Wouldn’t compass there if I could
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| Here’s me, where I said I’d be
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| Chasing the ghost of a good time
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| Gets you caught up in the rewind
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| Chasing the ghost of a good time
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| You start to regress to a past life
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| Chasing the ghost of a good time
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| I got it good when I’m inside. |
| Let it go
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| Was the crowd always so dense?
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| Used to think I could step to it
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| Now I hoof to the garden, hope lilacs pop through
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| Heavy fog, mistook for aura, casting light not pink or blue
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| Traded most of my vice for botanical muses, scared but not clueless
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| Say, how can you thrive in this state creeping from vines?
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| These debased trawls in the cooler for sling
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| Why not stay in?
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| Chasing the ghost for a good time
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| They’re all by my side when I’m inside
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| So come on over |