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He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Shes slippin through his fingers as shes movin out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldnt get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed shamrock my name is not shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not ohouigheighi nor is it brian
If I said that I was weak you know Id be lyin
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
If you explain to a musician hell tell that he knows it but he just cant do it