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I arrive on your street
It is quarter past ten in the evening
I don't know why I'm here
But I am
I could knock on your door
I could take off my shoes if you let me
We both know how it is
And how it ain't anymore
I am breaking down
On the floor again
Tryin to figure out why
I don't want what I need
I am stealing things that will never compete
Standing there in the street
It is clear
I was buyin' it cheap
Every word that you sold you care nothing for me
How it is will agree
And I see it now
I am breaking down
On the floor again
Trying to figure out why
You're some kind of ghost
That's haunting my dreams
You're some kind of ghost
Hiding and waiting, waiting for me
You're some kind of ghost
That's haunting my dreams
You're some kind of ghost
Hiding and waiting, waiting for me
I am breaking down
On the floor again
Trying to figure out why