Ghosts
dead station on your radio
for fifty nights in a row
back and forth between choices
but either way you hear voices
run away in a parking lot
the ghosts will show you what they've got
and the shadows in the night
show you how to turn out the light
kill your time, it's okay, it's fine
just don't kill your helpless mind
take a shower, you have a few hours
no matter what, this world's still ours
have you thought about how this hurts me?
oh, that's right, you can't think clearly
drink warm milk, breathe your thoughts away
nothing works anyway
oh, look, you think it's over now
well just wait 'cause you'll never know how
to close your eyes and dissipate
you're the best thing i will ever hate
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