| The lyric of Ghost Writer, Ed Harcourt's song Hey - what s that sound in the bathroom?Hey - they re the voices in my headHey - put your money where your head laysHey - never sleep in your bedHey - organise random chaosHey - sinking deep in the sandHey - link your arm to span anotherHey - then you clap your clammy handsCreepy crawlies make the best of life they canBut I m not overwhelmedunderstand?Days are dropping like a ripe tomatoAnd babyI ve grown into a different manGhost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I lookGhost writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new hookHey Hey - living up a hollow treeholeHey - making secret documentsHey Hey - taking pictures of the suburbsHey Hey - wondering where the money wentI ve seen itheard it all beforeI ve seen itheard it all beforeCreepy crawlies make the best of life they canBut I m not overwhelmedunderstand?Days are dropping like a ripe tomatoAnd babyI ve grown into a different manGhost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I lookGhost writer makes a start in the duplicated systemwith a brand new bookGhost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I lookGhost writer makes a start in the duplicated systemwith a brand new hook
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