I'm bringing back ghosts
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That are no longer there
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I'm gettin' hard on myself
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Sittin' in my easy chair
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Well, there's three people in the mirror
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And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
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Well, I can't keep from laughin'
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Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues
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I'm breakin' my teeth off
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Tryin' to bite my lip
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There's all kinds of red-headed women
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That I ain't supposed to kiss
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And it's that color that never fails
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To turn me blue
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So I just swallow it and hold on to it
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And use it to scare the hell out of you
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I have a woman
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'Says come and watch me bleed
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And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
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And still give her everything that she needs
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Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
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And one of them's got to be you
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But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
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Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues
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Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
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On this winter night
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Everytime you get defensive
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You're just looking for a fight
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It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
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With almost anything you'll do
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Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
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Instead of playin' the fool
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And the roads are covered with a million
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Little molecules
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Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
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With pieces of pencil eraser too
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Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
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Of my ashes too
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But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per
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hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
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cup torrential outpour blues
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One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
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I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
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300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues lyrics
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| The White Stripes |
