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Ghost (reprise) 

Everyday I feel like more of a ghost 
And visions of home 
A visitor's throne 
I visit alone 

It's a warning sign as red as a rose
A poet of prose 
The highest of lows 
And nobody knows 

It's a milk carton message 
I've gone missing 
I'm in wreckage 
I have learned myself a lesson 
I'm a child of depression
I sicken at the sight 
We are creatures of the night 
We will flee or we will fight
We are running from the light

Beam me up I'm ready to go
Just me and my bones 
I'll watch from below 
With nothing to show 

I've been out looking for a home 
The streets I will roam 
The seeds of unknown
I've turned into stone

It's a milk carton message 
I've gone missing 
I'm in wreckage 
I have learned myself a lesson 
I'm a child of depression
I sicken at the sight 
We are creatures of the night 
We will flee or we will fight
We are running from the light


It's a milk carton message 
I've gone missing 
I'm in wreckage 
I have learned myself a lesson 
I'm a child of depression
I sicken at the sight 
We are creatures of the night 
We will flee or we will fight
We are running from the light

Sarah and the Sundays

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