| I live with the ghosts
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| Upstairs on the fifth floor
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| I give away most of my cares but they walk out the door
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| I guess that it’s time
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| To give up all those bad ways
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| And realize
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| All that counts is our good days
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| Show yourself
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| Come on and show yourself
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| Show yourself
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| Come on and show yourself
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| I guess it all depends on you
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| I guess that it’s time
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| To get up and find a good place
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| Where I can see beauty and find eternal grace
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| But I don’t know where you are
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| And I can’t cope, oh no
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| I don’t even know
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| Who you are, but your my only hope
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| Show yourself
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| Come on and show yourself
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| Show yourself
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| Come on and show yourself
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| I guess it all depends on you
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| I guess I could pretend it’s you
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| Show yourself, why don’t you
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| Show yourself, why don’t you
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| Show yourself, why don’t you
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| Show yourself, why don’t you
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| Show yourself… |