| And if I die today I’ll be the happy phantom
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| And I’ll go chasing the nuns out in the yard
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| And I’ll run naked through the streets without my mask on
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| And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
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| I’ll wake up in strawberry fields every day
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| And the atrocities of school I can forgive
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| The happy phantom has no right to bitch
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| Woohoo, the time is getting closer
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| Oohoo, time to be a ghost
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| Oohoo, every day we’re getting closer
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| The sun is getting dim
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| Will we pay for who we’ve been?
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| So if I die today I’ll be the happy phantom
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| And I’ll go wearing my naughties like a jewel
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| They’ll be my ticket to the universal opera
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| There’s Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
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| And then these seven little men get up to dance
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| They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
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| I’m still the angel to a girl who hates to sin
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| Woohoo, the time is getting closer
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| Oohoo, time to be a ghost
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| Oohoo, every day we’re getting closer
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| The sun is getting dim
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| Will I pay for who I’ve been?
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| Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
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| You found a girl that you could truly love again
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| Will you still call for me when she falls asleep?
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| Or do we soon’d forget the things we cannot see?
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| Woohoo, the time is getting closer
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| Oohoo, time to be a ghost
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| Oohoo, every day we’re getting closer
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| The sun is getting dim
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| Will I pay for who I’ve been?
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| And if I die today
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| And if I die today
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| And if I die today
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| Ah-ah chasing nuns out in the yard |