Chasin', this ghost
Lookin' for a host
Saw him long ago
I was young
He was bloody stoked
I couldn't run, couldn't move,
Just stood there and froze
Fury oozed until the ground was smooth,
A reddish polish soak
Chasin' me down
Like I don't know
Chasin' through the crowd
Like my last hope
I know how it feels to pack up and go
I know how it feels to be abandoned alone
Chasin', chasin' me through towns
Can't escape the midnight choke
Chasin', chasin' me through time
It's almost gone, nope
Chasin' me like a memory
Of someone to hold
Chasin' me like it'll never be
And to give up hope
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