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I am the ghost who lives inside my life, The bills pile high, the guilt runs deep and cold. I lie in bed and face this quiet strife. I was the breadwinner who braved the knife,
I am the ghost who lives inside my life, The bills pile high, the guilt runs deep and cold. I lie in bed and face this quiet strife. I was the breadwinner who braved the knife,
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