hurt me) In your arms, in your arms (Don't hurt me, don't hurt me) In your arms, in your arms (Don't hurt me, don't hurt me) I think I should give up the ghost
wolves with the eyes of a gambler Now I see it's a comfort to you Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the
When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home I am going out to see what I can sow And I don't know where I'll go And I don't know what I
We're comin', help me We're comin', I'm alone We're comin', it's dark We're comin', so dark We're comin', I'm alone We're comin', help me No blood is
my moutherfucking zone Take a shot of patrone and you can let me take you home I got whatever I signed And we can Gone get ghost(gone get ghost x 7) -[
friendly ghost The friendliest ghost you know Though grown ups might look in anger and fright The children all love him so Casper the friendly ghost
not useless We are just misguided ghosts Traveling endlessly The ones we trusted the most Pushed us far away And there's no one role We should not be the same But I'm just a ghost
met and the places I been Are all what make me the man I so proudly am But I wanna know one thing When did I become a ghost? I'm mostly confused about
And I don't stand A ghost of a chance with you If you'd surrender Just for a tender Kiss or two You might discover That I'm the lover meant for you
madly But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you I thought at last I found you But other loves surround you And I don't stand a ghost of a chance
Irene wilson / arthur herzog jr. Ghost of yesterday Stalking 'round my room All night long you stay Walk around profound gloom When the darkness falls
't want to be your ghost Didn't want to be anyone's ghost Didn't want to be your ghost Didn't want to be anyone's ghost But I don't want anybody else
Why are you frightened Can't you see that it's you? That ain't no ghost It's a reflection of you Why do you turn away An' keep it out of sight? Oh, don
looking for a holy ghost Maybe someday I can scream like you (Maybe someday I can scream like you) Well, I'm not looking for a holy ghost You were
that remains Is the ghost of love Deep in my mind I hear the chains Of the ghost of love You were flawless Cruel and thoughtless And all that you left of me Is the ghost
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended And all I've ever seen
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt Here comes Jane, you know, she's sportin' a chain Same hair, a revolution, same build, evolution Tomorrow who's
I've all my wisdom teeth Two up top, two beneath And yet I'll recognize My mouth says things that aren't so wise But when I sing my darling's praise