Rum-runnin'
to the cemetery.
Goin' grave-diggin',
Tonight.
It's three to three,
and I'll be back
home.
At the half-way
house, in time for
breakfast.
Till then,
I'm chasin'
the ghost.
I used to call my reflection.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
Rum-runnin'
to the cemetery.
Goin' grave-diggin',
Tonight.
It's three to three,
and I'll be back
home.
At the half-way
house, in time for
breakfast.
Till then,
I'm chasin'
the ghost.
I used to call my reflection.
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