A somewhat sickly sort at seventeen Who's using ink and a pen for a masterpiece Stitch and sew it like a mother goose No matter how much I cry, I'll see you again
Just an android wielding spinning springs Who's got a head and a voice that're hollow both Looks like I'm just in the worst of moods All for a wish you could grant by loving me again
Call out sick again at seventeen I put today's cloudy day in a metal can Detonators in a paper bag And like a fool, in and out, I sealed my breath away
And as always, to the android You're using lies just to hide in a sort of truth You can bet your ass that I'm a ghost So I suppose that it's true, I can't be seen by you
Sing a tune about this and that On and on our ghost ship marches Good nor bad, soon to be no more On our journey to a quiet town
B-b-b-be the text on the television ticker Go forth and find words with faint connotation Tear down all the doors along the railway Seeing to believe in me is what I need
Boy soldier, your voice'll weave a story Cover up the exits no matter how tiny Good luck charms from tales of long ago Suddenly I've found I laughed it all away
Suddenly I've found I laughed it all away
A somewhat sickly sort at seventeen Who's living life like the cast in a movie trance Barren lands without a trace of love Well, there's nothing to do about the dreams you have
Just an android wielding spinning springs Declared annoying, delinquent, and full of trash I want you to know everything Take my hand, we are going back the way we came
Sing a tune about this and that Sailing with our eyes wide open Good nor bad, soon to be no more Then we'll just forget about it
All! All! All!
M-m-m-marching on to the edge of outer space Take the plunge and reach out on one, two and three Tear down all the doors along the railway Laying down the facts, I hope you understand
Shout out so your voice will run dry Look at how excited you've gotten the crowd Good luck charms from tales of long ago Better make the best before it all ends
Better make the best before it all ends
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Three-hundred years of grudges washed away Everybody scream through a megaphone receiver Tear down all the doors along the railway Telling you the truth, I hope you understand
Our ghost ship caused nothing but a riot Look at all the hatred our followers spread It's a good luck charm from tales of long ago More or less I know that's just another lie
More or less I know that's just another lie
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