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Ghosts Can't Lie
Ghosts can't lie, you can see right through em,
Ghosts don't lie, you can see right through em
Gone in that soupy fog, now he's mist.
Coffee in the morning, with eggs terri-fried,
Coffee in the morning, with eggs terri-fried.
Boo-zing at the bar, cuz now he's mist.
Gone in that soupy fog, now he's mist
Ghosts can't lie, you can see right through em,
Ghosts don't lie, you can see right through em.