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Livin with the ghost
Livin with the ghost
Things were much easier
When you don't believe in them

Livin with a ghost
Livin with a ghost
Draggin round the chains
Causing such a racket

The ghosts they had to go
The ghosts they had to go
Now my little house
Is covered with ectoplasm

The memories remain
They're filling up my brain
Sorted, stacked and filed
Convenience and access driven

And now I can't complain
No reason to complain
I've got Reggie dog
And I still know the alphabet

The reasons aren't reason, they're chains
And now I've got to change