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ghost I'm sorry I can't lie down with you in the grave's sweet fertile stink
my arms are full of groceries there are dishes still piled in the sink
these broccolis are homesick this milk's getting anxious these cheese blocks are dreaming of day
ghost it's not you it's me and these groceries I'll talk to you later okay