| I’ve seen my fair share of ghosts
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| But what scares me the most
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| Is seeing what’s coming
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| Growing older and giving up
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| And I won’t believe it, I won’t believe it
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| With sit down strikes and gutters tonight
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| There’s nothing left in this town
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| We’ve all been sold, it’s not rock 'n' roll
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| Don’t beat us when we’re down
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| It’s okay, you didn’t even listen in the first place
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| Welcome back riders, it’s another rat race
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| All of your words are safe until the show
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| And soon the world’s gonna know
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| An empty promise, so here’s a toast
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| From your empty office, no lawyer will take it
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| This case is as good as closed
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| And I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it
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| Away for years, and now you’re here
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| So tell them where you’ve been
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| Wait in line, enjoy the ride
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| It’s coming back again
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| It’s okay, you didn’t even listen in the first place
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| Welcome back riders, it’s another rat race
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| All of your words are safe until the show
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| And soon the world’s gonna know
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| These streets are the same to me
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| These songs won’t mean anything
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| Without a place to call our home
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| A place to call our own, I’m staying tonight |