| Hello
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| I am the ghost of a Troubled Joe
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| Hung by his pretty white neck
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| Some eighteen months ago
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| I travelled to a mystical time zone
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| And I missed my bed
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| And I soon came home
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| They said,
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| «There's too much caffeine in your blood stream
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| And a lack of real spice in your life.»
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| I said,
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| «Leave me alone because I’m alright, dad.
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| Surprised to still be on my own.»
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| Oh, but don’t mention love
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| I’d hate the strain of the pain again
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| A rush and a push and the land
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| That we stand on is ours
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| It has been before
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| So it shall be again
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| And people who are uglier than you and I
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| They take what they need, and just leave
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| Oh, but don’t mention love
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| I’d hate the pain of the strain all over again
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| A rush and a push and the land
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| We stand on is ours
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| It has been before
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| So why can’t it be now?
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| And people who are weaker than you and I
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| They take what they want from life
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| Oh, but don’t mention love
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| No, no, don’t mention love!
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| A rush and a push and the land
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| We stand on is ours
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| Your youth may be gone
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| But you’re still a good man
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| So phone me, phone me, phone me
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| So phone me, phone me, phone me
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| Oh, I think I’m in love
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| Oh, I think I’m in love
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| Oh, I think I’m in love
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| Oh, I think I’m in love
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| Oh, I think I’m in love |