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I've been drifting astray,
My imagination got away one day,
and will come back to me now I hope,
But wait!
Holy smokes I'm getting old,
Lowly hopes are getting old,
I would tell you the truth but I know I'd waste your time,
Oh this ghost is getting old
And I can remember yesterday,
I can keep the demons at bay, one way,
won't come back to me now I hope
But wait!
Holy smokes I'm getting old,
Lowly hopes are getting old
I would tell you the truth but I know I'd waste your time,
Oh this ghost is getting old
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