Written by Chris Trapper
    Transcribed by Gerrit (http://thepushstars.com)
    As performed by The Push Stars on Meet Me At The Fair


Give me your shameless explanation
And this time I won't close my eyes 
I want the truth with no exaggerations 
'Cause really we don't have the time

Well, so what if you come from New York City
That's no excuse to be so cold
It's just a different way of living
But for you it's like a big black hole

My love comes back to haunt me now 
These ghosts don't sing they're motionless
They're telling me it's over

So how come you're always counting
The money on other people's clothes? 
So where did you get that new ring? 
And what's that hiding up your nose? 

So what if you spend half your life all messed up 
Well me, I'm fucked up all the time
You'd have to be blind not to see that your dramas all made up 
I pray there's a little truth in mine

My love comes back to haunt me now 
These ghosts don't sing they're motionless
They're telling me it's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over

My love comes back to haunt me now 
These ghosts don't sing they're motionless
They're telling me it's over

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Wednesday, January 31, 2001.