Kabbage - 2013-12-27
Lyrics:
son father holy ghost
the thing I miss the most
someone to look at me
not through me
like I'm one to talk
lifting a formal toast
to someone lucky
not to be here
birth's cool, work death
hide your foul breath
get laid off twice a year
whatever was my crime
I have done my time
now I'm free
to disappear
ooooh~ like a ghost
taking extra shifts
stairs instead of lift
first stroke at 38
whether fair trade silk
decaf with nonfat milk
maintain your ideal weight
birth's cool, work death
hide your foul breath
get laid twice a year
whatever was my crime
I have done my time
now I'm free
to disappear
ooooh~ like a ghost
son father holy ghost
the thing I miss the most
someone to talk to me
not about me
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