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on your final day
did you think of me?
and did I get the benefit,
the benefit of the doubt?
on my dying day, I will change my ways
yeah, I'll stop all this wandering around, dear
I will stop all this wandering around
I heard you were gone, heard that you'd left
heard that getting some sleep would suit me
that I'm no more to grieve for you
but it's easier said than done, I say
'cause your god damn ghost 'll make me run all day
and I can't keep away from you
and there's no more, more than calling on you
'cause those old numbers, they don't reach that place that you were going
and you never left no new ones
and there's no more, more than asking about you
'cause the new key don't travel that same old way
since you have moved along
when the hair stands up on the back of my neck
it's your god damn ghost and that's what I suspect
and I can't keep away from you
I've known your phantom ways, you can walk through walls
and see all the little things that I do wrong
no, I can't keep away from you
did I get the benefit,
the benefit of the doubt?
I'm more to grieve for you
I can't keep away from you
No, I'm no more to grieve for you