he don't get out much
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these days
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but I wouldn't call him
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lazy
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he sees the dawn sneak
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into the room
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and knows the dogs will
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be up soon
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and we thought that he was doing alright
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as the sun chased down another night
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and days carreen
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like the waters
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of a river rushing
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to the sea
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here she comes again
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down the staircase
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she never passes without
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saying hello
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and we thought that he was doing alright
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and she says hello
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I can't forget the ghost
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I can't forget the ghost
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I can't forget the ghost
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of his smile
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dogs will wag their tails
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and birds will sing
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hell it's hard world
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for little things
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and we thought that he was doing alright
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I can't forget the ghost
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I can't forget the ghost
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I can't forget the ghost
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of his smile
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Ghost Of His Smile
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| Sparklehorse |
