The Ghost

The Ghost

Everyone
away

To a
far land

You in
sleep

Loose track
of everythin

The home
a ghost
mansion

You the
only one
around

The calls
and the
search

All futile

Now all
alone

Man, what
you gonna
do

Everyone a
stranger

Treat you
with disdain

From the
man opposite

To the
shops showin
you the
door

You in
a lurch

Man, what
you gonna
do

Caution: This might be all theory

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