Burnin' down willow trees, smokin' up the disease
My talking to the ghost has become such an ease
It makes you wonder who's alive
It's six AM I'm on the road, but I can't figure out where I'm going
It's a good thing I'm not on a boat, cause I think I'd be sinkin'
Ho! The music is gone, all the songs so sweet
The melodies from out of this world somehow are back to the moon
Where they belong
And now I'm stuck in a cyberhole between a fuck and a heartache
But I'll keep on burnin' the coal, hopin' you're not my last mistake
I need a link to a different site for love, another view to help me stay above
I need to think of a different kind of mode to get to you to help me break the code
And now I'm stuck in a cyberhole between a fuck and a heartache
But I'll keep on burnin' the coal, hopin' you're not my last mistake
Burnin' down willow trees, smokin' up the disease
My talking to the ghost has become such an ease
It makes you wonder, makes you wonder
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