Like ghost games
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I conjure up pictures of events in my mind
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The swearing and the cannons of laughter
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buzz of static counting out time
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What I wish would have happened
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I now paint and dress it up well
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and send it like truth to the tape
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letting history swell
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Fingerprints are all but gone
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so I can make up the story as it goes along
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There might be the good old days
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if all the right things get forgotten
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A smile can still be photogenic
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if you can't see the molars are rotten
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I hope you've had revelations
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since I left you behind
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I'll at least pretend that you're happy
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to stop guilt from making me come untied
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since...
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Fingerprints are all but gone
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so I can make up the story as it goes along
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Fingerprints are all but gone
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so I can make up the story as it goes along
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Fingerprints
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| The Odds |
