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The ghost of Sunday morning is hoping I'm awake
The ticking of the silence is keeping me insane
If I wait forever will I get my way?
I can finally see you now I'm looking away
And I'll pay for what you paid for
And you'll pay
And I'll leave with what I left with
And I'll stay
The ticking of the silence is keeping me awake
The ghost of Sunday morning is stretching out the day
And I'll pay for what you paid for
And you'll pay
And I'll leave with what I left with
And I'll stay
And I'll pray
And I'll pray
And I'll prey on my prey.
