Who¡¯s got that sinking feeling again?
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Whose has been out treading water or shadow stepping?
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Who¡¯s almost invisible?
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Raise your hands if you¡¯re stuck in stasis
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Hold them high for holding patterns
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Somebody scream for stabilization
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Three cheers for desperate times
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The sound of skateboard wheels is haunting Arlington Ave.
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With the fog that fell in love with the East Bay Hills
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There is an old branch scraping on my old window pane
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It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind
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We are all caged birds
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With burnt nests how can we survive?
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It is a matter of giving in or giving up
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They don't want you to fuck with gravity
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Your beauty may go unnoticed
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Your good deeds may be unseen
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But there is a flight well worth the flight
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So come on and flap your wings
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On a slow walk down Logan Boulevard
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I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows
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The city is singing, the highway sounds like an ocean
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It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind
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Emergency exits... isolate the isolated
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Do the mood swing, do the on and off
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Dear friends, who will answer our pleas?
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Sleeping beauty, who will hear our prayers?
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...And Now For My Disappearing Act
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| The Ghost |
