| Saturday morning cartoons running bounds on your chest
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| Sounding the crack of your belt and we knew what was best
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| You can laugh it away
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| You can cry and you might
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| Remember how proud that you were and the look on your face
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| Watching me play thinking I might get out of this place
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| You can’t wash it away
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| Try with all your might
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| But you can’t make them disappear
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| But you can take all their pictures down
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| One thing 'bout living with ghosts
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| Well they’re always around
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| Mister i don’t do anything
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| Mister you got your voice so sing
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| Of the man that i’m going to be
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| But you’re not lost inside… of me
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| Spin the backyard dancing circles to sounds in your head
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| Took me years to make up my own so i sleep in your bed
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| You can pack it away
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| You can seal the box tight
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| You can take all my pictures down
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| But you can’t make me disappear
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| One thing 'bout living with ghosts
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| Is that there’s nothing to fear
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| Miss confused about everything
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| Missus bound by a wedding ring
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| Hope he’s the man that you wished i could be
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| 'cause you’re not lost inside… of me
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| You can laugh it away
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| You can try and you might
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| You can run straight away
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| Stand your ground with no fight
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| I’ve learned to embrace my fears
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| And keep most of my demons down
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| I’m one in a myriad of ghosts
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| In myself i have found
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| Sometimes i don’t feel anything
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| Except the goodness in heart you bring
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| Cannot plan what were going to be
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| But i’m not lost inside… of me
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| No i’m not lost inside… of me
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| No you’re not lost inside… of me |