| She makes me so unsure of myself
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| Standing there but never ever talking sense
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| Just a visitor you see
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| So much wanting to be seen
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| She’d open up the doors and vaguely carry us away
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| It’s the customary thing to say or do
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| To a disappointed proud man in his grief
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| And on Fridays she’d be there
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| But on Mondays not at all
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| Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| I’m the church and I’ve come
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| To claim you with my iron drum
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| The Continent’s just fallen in disgrace
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| William William William Rogers put it in its place
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| Blood and tears from old Japan
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| Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
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| Singing crying singing tediously
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| Yes you’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| I’m the bishop and I’ve come
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| To claim you with my iron drum
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| Efficiency efficiency they say
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| Get to know the date and tell the time of day
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| As the crowds begin complaining
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| How the Beaujolais is raining
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| Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysées
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| And I’m the church and I’ve come
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| To claim you with my iron drum
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| I’m the church and I’ve come
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| To claim you with my iron drum
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| I’m the church and I’ve come
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| To claim you with my iron drum
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la… |