This ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday
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Where i was meant to be
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I almost missed my death it's so good
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Now he's decked in flowers for me
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I hope she doesn't like me
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Or I'll still be standing more than likely
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Where he once stood
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And that's not good
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We pretend not to look at each other
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But he could see over his shoulder
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He got me a time,
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He got that a time,
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Never a time again
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I noticed the hair on her head that's not real
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Now I'm left with a dead and a naked ordeal
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When all i want is down at the shore,
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Sitting in my car
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And bitter sometimes
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But the taste is sweet
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Your friends only like themselves in photographs
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I don't like them,
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I don't like you
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We pretend not to care for another
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I stand on my feet when i hold her
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We pretend not to look at the change,
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And for good i cry
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So when the stars look bright above me,
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And in the streetlights i can't see
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I walk on down to make a stand,
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Where he once stood
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So now they lie there breast to breast and toe to toe
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And all i want is down at the shore,
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Sitting in my car
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We end it, it's all over,
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She'll marry me but I'll hold her
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She shoveled the dirt into my face,
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But i don't care
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I love her
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Ghost In A Ditch
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Franz Ferdinand |