The Shell

I'm a ghost, walking in a boring dream
 You are there talking and I'm not listening
 I am busy doing nothing and you're rudely interrupting
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 It's a myth and now I see it clearly
 You don't have to be sad to make something worth hearing
 Now I'm common and content, one more burden off my back
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 You don't wanna be a creator
 Doesn't mean you've got nothing to say
 
 Put down the pen, don't let it force your hand
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 I'm a ghost, walking on an empty street
 No name anymore, no need to call for me
 I'm a long-lost hometown hero, latent legendary past lives within me
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 If I had the offer to do it again
 Make me invincible, invisible, or brain-dead
 If the body and the life were two things that we could divide
 I'd deliver up my shell to be filled with somebody else
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 You don't wanna be a creator
 Doesn't mean you've got nothing to say
 Put down the pen, don't let it force your hand
 You don't wanna be a leader
 Doesn't mean you don't know the way
 Hold your own hand, walk on without a plan