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Ghost Of A Thousand Bright Lights

swing with a uppercut Yellin' at rappers like a megaphone with the button stuck Kerosene, pour quarts out, in front of the court house Light a match and

, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights too bright Ghost

chill and bait the flame You say I'm crazy, man that cat ain't bright, he ain't talking sane It all good, a thousand years from now, still no walking

at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright Ghost

? Coney Isle. Glistening and glimmering Rising bright Drenched with light See it smile Beckoning and shimmering All agleam Like a dream Fleck and

spirit he had inherited so deeply. The last pain he had ever caused is to the only woman that had ever loved him...) Bright light is calling me upward. (A ghost

The wind can blow cold, it moans and it cries When it carries the sound of a thousand goodbyes But if you listen tonight on that high lonely plain You

hunger's the first light Much much more than mountains ever do And she like a ghost beside me, goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned

a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light you couldn't see a spark of light While others