| Weightlessness, no gravity
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| Were we somewhere in-between?
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| I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
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| A bird’s-eye view of San Luis
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| Oh, highway boys all sleeping in
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| With their dirty mouths and broken strings
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| Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea
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| For you, the queen of San Luis
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| I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
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| A bird’s-eye view of San Luis
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| Cutting through the avenues
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| I’d always find my way to you
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| Beside the hook, the hammer lies
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| Fumbling round in the smoke
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| Spending time chasing ghosts
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| Hold me down, hold me down, child
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| Hold me down, hold me down, child
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| California called you queen
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| With your golden hair and magazine
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| Were you somewhere in-between?
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| Fast asleep, a flying dream
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| I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
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| A bird’s-eye view of San Luis
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| I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
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| A bird’s-eye view of San Luis
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| I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
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| A bird’s-eye view of San Luis
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| I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
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| A bird’s-eye view of San Luis |