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I had my hopes of how I would be
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After living in exile,
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After closing your eyes to me.
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I even wrote scenes where I re emerged boldly,
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Bearded, alive and Eskimo eyed,
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New baby on my back.
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But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind,
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Stowaways,
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Great ghosts of my life, great ghosts of old wives.
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And they're howling!
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So I spent my wilderness time rolling on the ground
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Pulling my hair and wrestling them off,
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Yelling at no one,
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Punching snow.
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I gathered ghosts and gave them a lecture,
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I bid them away,
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I pleaded and cried:
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"There's no room in my life for you, or you or your howling!
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Let me undo these ropes and go on living without you,
Dmaj7
not just change where I live.
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Oh go on, get!" I said.
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I had my hopes, of how I would be after sending them off,
Dmaj7
After getting set free.
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But there's no such thing as living without their prowling.
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As you can see, having descended the hill,
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I still look like me,
Dmaj7
I still wallow like Phil,
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And forever will.
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I'm teaming with ghosts and I'm still whining for wives,
Dmaj7
Bidding my brow, but now I've surrendered.
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In fact I've joined in.
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Listen close...
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You can hear us howling!