Written by Mark Linkous
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Produced by Matt Wallace
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Previously unreleased (1994)
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He don't get out much these days
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But I wouldn't call him lazy
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He sees the dogs lurk into the room
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And he knows the walls will be up soon.
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And he felt like he was doin' all right
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And the sun sets down another night.
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And days could read like the wild
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Of a river rushin' to the sea
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Here he comes again down the stairs
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Another passes without saying "hello".
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And he thought that he was doin' all right
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And he says "hello".
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(can't) Can't forget the ghost
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Oh, Can't no
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No I can't (no I can't) forget the ghost
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Of this night.
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Dogs who wag their tales
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And birds who sing
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The words are hardly
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Little things.
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And he thought that he was doin' all right
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And so he wipes a tear.
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(can't) Can't forget the ghost
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No I can't, can't forget the ghost
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No I can't (no I can't) forget the ghost
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Of this night.
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Ghost
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| Susanna Hoffs |
