Текст песни Ghosts in My Town - Jake Bartolin
If
I
focus
real
hard
I
picture
my
first
day
like
a
postcard
Freshmen
Jake
who
know
world,
thought
he
was
so
smart
Classroom,
sittin'
in
the
back
of
room
The
doofus
dude
who's
duping
dudes
with
the
Rubik's
cube
Next
to
me,
Tucker
sit's
so
casually
And
Brandon's
to
my
left,
he's
working
so
quietly
Girl
across
the
room
I've
got
a
thing
for
She's
nice,
but
she
knows
it
for
sure
Her
best
friend
fuckin'
hates
me
Then
there's
the
kid
who's
always
late
A
Mickey
T-shirt
on
the
teacher
who's
really
big
into
Disney
And
Another
kid
keeps
dropin'
books
on
the
floor
The
bell
rings
and
I'm
out
the
door
Every
now
and
then
this
picture
replays
And
every
time
there's
one
more
layer
of
haze
I
hear
the
speech,
the
speaker's
gone,
yet
the
podium
stays
I'll
I'm
left
with
is
the
echo's
of
sound
Somebody
save
me
from
the
ghosts
in
my
town
These
voices
ring
off
the
schoolhouse
halls
There's
memories
here,
but
they
never
call
That
eerie
chill,
that
fading
laugh
That
certain
smell
that
will
take
me
back
These
thoughts
compound
within
my
head
Whispers
of
words
long
since
said
Seems
every
time
I
turn
around
Catch
fading
words
from
the
ghosts
in
my
town
Now
as
the
years
roll
past
Trade
science
and
math
for
chorus
class
Drum
major's
cute,
full
of
too
much
sass
I
met
a
life
long
friend,
played
guitar
until
my
fingers
bled
Made
an
album
together
that
wasn't
good
I
read
a
lot
of
books
about
music,
lyrics,
pop
Trying
to
hear
all
the
subtle
differences
while
switchin'
up
my
preferences
Man,
I
was
hangin'
out
with
my
friends
ex
'Cause
I'll
my
other
friends
had
already
moved
on
to
what's
next
Now
the
cute
girl
dropped
book
drop
kid
And
the
late
kid
was
never
late
again
But
now
and
then
I
hear
their
name's
brought
up
in
conversation
It's
like
a
pop
hits
station
Names
repeated
across
a
population
I'm
getting
tired
of
this
noise
in
my
ear
And
every
summer
all
their
ghosts
reappear
It's
like
their
takin'
their
time
to
remind
me
of
the
days
The
sun
was
so
bright
Not
trapped
behind
layers
of
haze
These
voices
ring
off
the
schoolhouse
halls
There's
memories
here,
but
they
never
call
That
eerie
chill,
that
fading
laugh
That
certain
smell
that
will
take
me
back
These
thoughts
compound
within
my
head
Whispers
of
words
long
since
said
Seems
every
time
I
turn
around
Catch
fading
words
from
the
ghosts
in
my
town
These
voices
ring
off
the
schoolhouse
halls
(Whoa)
There's
memories
here,
but
they
never
call
(Whoa)
Seems
every
time
I
turn
around
(Whoa)
Catch
fading
words
from
the
ghosts
in
my
town
(Whoa)
Seems
every
time
I
turn
around
Catch
fading
words
from
the
ghosts
in
my
town

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