The Messenger from Bobby Maguire by Bobby Maguire

Laid out you got left behind, all forgotten as the wayside
Starts to come alive but my fingers just can’t hold you in the dead of the night!

Woo. No no no.
You can’t run from this heat-seeking
Ghost. No no no.
It’s time to admit you’ve learned nothing and
There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it.
There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. .

Weighed out you got ostracized , locked up in your head in denial as it
Starts to come alive. But my fingers just can’t hold you in the dead of the night

Woo. No no no.
You can’t run from this heat-seeking
Ghost. No no no.
It’s time to admit you’ve learned nothing and
There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it.
There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. .

Woo. No no no.
You can’t run from this heat-seeking
Ghost. No no no.
It’s time to admit you’ve learned nothing and
There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it.
There’s no stopping it. There’s no stopping it. .

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