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You’re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
And I’m the bishop and I’ve come
To claim you with my iron drum

On the hopes of a tyrant
No one makes it over

Show biz kids making movies
Of themselves you know they
Don’t give a fuck about anybody else

There’s no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday

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