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Ghost
Live Everybody has a ghost. Yours is not like mine, Its alright, keep it up. Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do. Boy looses rib in New Orleans. Under the Bridge. He can't help eyein' up the whores Boy loses rib and lets a hellified Cry into the dark: Where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong? I never need this before. I need a woman To help me feel. Everybody has the dream. Everybody has the dream like a world tattoo. Yours is not like mine, Its alright, keep it up. The scalpel dives into the skin. No proof again. Good doctors never leave a scar; Where did I go wrong? I'll take the Myth, You take the blood; Its all the same to the world dreamer: Its all the same in the end. I never need this before. I need a woman To help me feel. Everybody has a ghost. Yours is not like mine, Everybody has a ghost who sings like you. Its alright, keep it up. Boy loses rib in New Orleans He trades some Ether for a chance Boy loses rib as he's summoned to the mud, Under the bridge. Flat on his back, Cryin' where did I go wrong?! I never need this before. Where did I go wrong? I need a woman To help me feel |
