I've got a neighbor upstairs. He listens through the walls. Sucking on a liar's tongue. He's waiting for the call. He's waiting for the ghosts he don't believe in. To write it on the wall. But I wish he'd just leave me out. The same I was before. He lives above my home. I hear him walking all night long. I don't believe in luck unless I need it. And I need it now to put out the fires of hell.
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