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Jukebox The Ghost Let Live And Let Ghosts

fit two people under my skin And I will prove it if you will listen You crawl up in there and join me within I can feel your heart beating under my skin And

you've gone and matured and I think someday you'll cut it like we cut it short. I can still see your face although the years may have forced some change and

It starts with a flash and a blast Plaster and glasses and earthquake Came floodin' through my living room The sky was black with thinkin' As it began

Jump into that water and see for yourself Take a deep breath and hold it in, hold it in She's got a secret and she wants to tell But I made a promise

The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when

Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me. They will come from miles away, Cuz it's cold outside And they need a place to rub on their hands and

to do a little caddy dippin I'm fine-tuned and groomed juss like a maniquien embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen I get a pad and pen, but it