I was living in the belly of a shark
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Seen what he was eating all the time
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She pulled me out with her pirate sense of duty
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Oh
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she said you've been living off the dark end blend
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now its time to come out my friend, you thought
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oh I ll never see the light but you were wrong
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you just became the light
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'cause I am a ghost boy I don't
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scare and I don t get no bellyaches
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and I'll be eating sparrows
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sitting on top of a tree
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and as the days go by won't
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you show me where to get them bellyaches
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or I'll be eating marrow
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straight from the bone
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those days I had a coronary taste
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falling from the tip of my tongue
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she was looking for a little fun
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and me I was the only one oh she said:
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Big sewers filled with little kids,
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west side story be the story of bids that go
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high till they brake the sky.
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They make bible stones seem old
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And all that can save me
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Is my own rabies
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So I bite my own self
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and I quiet down like stealth again
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All that can save me
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is my own rabies
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so I bite my own self
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and I quiet down like stealth bombers
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I am a ghost boy I don't
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scare and I don t get no belly aches
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and I ll be eating sparrows
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sitting on top of a tree
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and as the days go by won't
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you show me where to get them bellyaches
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or I ll be here like pharaohs
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forever on my own
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Ghostboy
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| Gabriel Rios |
