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How did you stop that overflow? And what moves you to control?
Questions I left for the neighbourhood watch, fearing that it was my fault
Yeah, I think it’s my fault
Went to a house in a village where everyone grows in their suits till they’re old
Interview but no-one speaks up, letters still come through the door
Letters still come through the door
Letters still come through the door
Maybe it’s too bad…
This past year I’ve been the ghostwriter
Who hides and slides and thinks he can cope
I know my subject, my servant owes me everything
But maybe that’s not enough
Oh maybe that’s not enough
Oh maybe that’s not enough
Went to a house in a village where everyone grows in their suits till they’re old
Interview but no-one speaks up; we fight, eat and travel home
You like getting up early, will you stay with me till you’re grey?
It was a dogshit year, it’s like we’ve been ghosted and right now you’re pulling away
Maybe it’s too bad
This past year I’ve been the ghostwriter
Who hides and slides and thinks he can cope
I know my subject, my servant owes me everything
But maybe that’s not enough
This past year I am the ghostwriter
Whose boss he won’t wash up
I know my subject, my servant owes me everything
But you say I’m not enough
Oh you say I’m not enough
You say I’m not enough
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