All My Ghosts by Frank Black
If I could live to be several hundred
I could take a walk
And really wander, really wander
All my ghosts on every sea, in every land
Who needs that now?
Who needs that now?
Who needs that now?
Have you heard about the heavenly Angels?
How they came to earth and met some ladies
With whom they mated?
And their young became giants, every one
Who needs that now?
Ah, who needs that now?
Who needs that now?
I was driving across the valley floor
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