That lonesome ghost don't come around here anymore
Where does it go when it's away?
It's like a magic show
Nobody seems to know
When there's nothing on the stage
But you still hear singing
Then it's all away
Then it's all away
There's nothing like that high and lonesome anymore
To get my feet back on the ground
It's like a sunlit room
With darkness filled too soon
Still something's making sounds
Like the dust is singing
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