Ghosts

Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin'

Lookin' for places to go

Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin'

Lookin' for places to go

Andy built his coffin down in Carolina

Told me he was runnin' from somethin'

But I think he's just out chasin' girls

Mary moved all of her shit to Chicago

Her mother made sure that she left with her Bible, but

You won't find her face on Sundays

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All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin'

But all my friends are sittin' in their graves

All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin'

But all my friends are sittin' in their graves

Is it any wonder why we all leave home?

People say, "I knew you when you were six years old"

And you say, "But I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed"

Mom and Dad, if only you could see me now

Been here for a year and now I own this town

'Cause I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed

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Du, du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du

All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin'

But all my friends are sittin' in their graves

All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin'

But all my friends are sittin' in their graves

One day we'll all be ghosts

Trippin' around in someone else's home

One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts

One day we'll all be found

No longer lost, we're just hangin' around

One day we'll all be found, found, found

Found, found, found

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