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I am what I sing Genius steal, they borrow Still it spreads no meaning Riffing yet lacking that flow I'€™ll never get old Sniffing minus ions My old tactic is called: The comfort of illusions They shouldn'€™t try Nor even dare '€˜Cause my best friend Is my own ghost The guys there with me Don'€™t even know the Fudge For the result will be A wasted day with the drudges Fuck incognito Outside and very wise Dead lodger walking low I'€™m a jazzman in disguise They shouldn'€™t push Nor even hope '€˜Cause my best friend Is my own ghost They shouldn'€™t tell Nor even ask Why my best friend Is my own ghost Now my best friend Is my own ghost |