| Skyscrapers rising like old faded tombstones
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| Streets are colder than a dead man’s bones
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| Wind is whistling through a forest of street lights
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| Cars are flying by like riders in the night
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| Everywhere I look there’s signs of life
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| But I don’t feel a thing tonight
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| Chorus:
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| This’ll be the last ghost town
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| Never gonna catch me hangin' around
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| The spirit of her memory keeps comin' back to haunt me First chance I’m gettin' out
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| And this’ll be my last ghost town
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| Her kiss still lingers like a strong shot of whiskey
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| Her touch still has a hold on me Sudden chill comes rushing through my heart
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| While I wander these alleys in the dark
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| What I need is a long stretch of highway
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| Plan ahead and start to make my getaway
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| I’ll forget about her in some other city
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| When my soul is finally free
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| This’ll be the last ghost town
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| Never gonna catch me hangin' around
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| The spirit of her memory keeps comin' back to haunt me First chance I’m gettin' out
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| Yeah, this’ll be my last ghost town
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| Never gonna catch me hangin' around
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| The spirit of her memory keeps comin' back to haunt me First chance I’m getting out
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| And this’ll be my last ghost town
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| This’ll be the last ghost town
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| Never gonna catch me hangin' around
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| The spirit of her memory keeps comin' back to haunt me First chance I’m gettin' out
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| And this’ll be my last ghost town
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| Last ghost town |