They're on the lower level, Pac-man.

The ghosts downstairs

Laugh, and play music they like

I imagine

They dance together when the beat sweeps nice

Their silverware

Clinks, hitting glass in a sudsy sink

I'd bet they hear

When I walk, and the floorboards creek

Or when we're drunk

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Clanging cymbals, pranging guitar, banging drums, clattering clamoring around

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They will have friends

Over sometimes, you'll hear a different laugh

It can be nice

Like their company is ours up here

It's almost like

We're family; living in this building

Yes it's silly

But it's sometimes like that