so i grab my bags and go
tell me where am i supposed to go?
and who am i supposed to believe.
if only you knew what i knew.
then you could see just what i see.
so i grab my bags and go, as far away as i can go.
cause everything ain't what i used to know.
and i try to hide, but i just can't hide no more.
there's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost.
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