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"Blind As a Bat..." lyrics

Ghostpoet Lyrics

"Blind As a Bat..."

Don't remember nothing at all
Rang your bell, but nobody's home
Downpour is drenching my chips
Guess that's it, I'll go it alone

In my head, it's all palm trees and appletinis
It's all palm trees and appletees, but I can't see
In my head, it's all palm trees and appletinis
It's all palm trees and appletees, but I can't see
Maybe that's just me

Don't remember nothing at all
Did you ring? I can't find my phone
Last man spinning and pace
Why the race? I'm not in a rush

In my head, it's all palm trees and appletinis
It's all palm trees and appletees, but I can't see
In my head, it's all palm trees and appletinis
It's all palm trees and appletees, but I can't see
Maybe that's just me
Maybe that's just me
Maybe that's just me


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album: "Dark Days + Canapés" (2017)
Ghostpoet - Dark Days + Canapés album cover
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Many Moods At Midnight
Trouble + Me
(We're) Dominoes
Freakshow
Dopamine If I Do
Live>Leave
Karoshi
Blind As a Bat...
Immigrant Boogie
Woe Is Meee
End Times
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