I keep going to the river to pray
'cause I need something that can wash all the pain
and at most I'm sleeping all these demons away
but your ghost, the ghost of you,
keeps me awake
my friends had you figured out
yeah, they saw what's inside of you
you tried hiding another you
I had to go through hell to prove I'm not insane
had to meet the devil just to know his name
give up the ghost, give up the ghost,
no more haunting baby
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