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They say you walk around As if a ghost had crossed your path And turned into a reading material And as it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta You're frozen in the contemplation of a win Okay, that was maybe a little heavy On the word play But as first thoughts go They were mostly to the right And as you register an itch Or the things that makes you sweat To accuse the weights and measures of a lie, a lie