Tell me where am I supposed to go?

And who am I supposed to believe.
If only you knew what I knew.
Then you could see just what I see.
So I grab my bags and go, as far away as I can go.
Cause everything ain't what I used to know.
And I try to hide, but I just can't hide no more.
There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost.

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