| I met her on the boulevard
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| She had skin that she swore to me just wouldn’t scar
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| Said she was fly like care free
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| And So I told her we should link it up like sharebee
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| Got it connected and what I expected
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| It wasn’t the message an now it’s getting hectic
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| I knew that she was lying
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| And Underneath it all I was dying to see just what she was hiding
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| Ghost hunter, rum runner, the one stunner
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| Met my match one kiss I lost that summer
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| Every now and then it make me wonder
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| If all the things she planned just made me lose my lover
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| I summoned gods inside to help the feelings reside
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| Say a little seance for the others on the other side
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| And while my homes say it’s suicide
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| I play the Ouija everytime I’m with her just to pass time
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| She don’t know that she’s haunted
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| She don’t Know that I see
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| Tells me that she sees monsters
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| And I pretend to agree
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| But she don’t know that she’s haunted
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| I don’t believe in haunted places
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| Only haunted people with their backs against the pavement
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| And it takes everything to face it
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| And every bone inside of me to keep from trying to say shit
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| She’s trying to make me lose my patience
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| Outer exterior hiding in a lacerations
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| Same show different station
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| No matter where she go she got the demons steady chasing
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| And rearranging every piece of the maze
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| And trying to keep it from changing whether or not she caves in
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| Baby seeing ghosts like Demi Moore
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| But looks them over like a kid up on a seesaw
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| I’m Ray Stantz trapping ghosts with my shades on
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| You got demons well we all can sing the same song
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| Underground it’s been dimmer there
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| Linda Blair hope that u begin to hear |