© 2007 Footsweep
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fiogf49gjkf0d If you find yourself on the ground tonight
Think of the times we were high
She's such a doll, she's a friend of mine
Though I just know her a day
Day comes
Five more minutes
Five, 5 more
Should you lift your hands to the sky at times
Think of when they were in mine
yeh she's still a doll, still a friend of mine
Though I just know her a day
Day comes
Five more minutes
Five, 5 more
I like the way it goes
I like the ways of this ghost
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