Song | No Ghost |
Artist | The Haunted |
Album | Unseen |
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You’ve got to move | |
As if you need to know why!? | |
Chow Mein don’t make up for | |
XmasBut it will do | |
Got money in your pocket | |
Got places to go | |
Don’t no-one know your name | |
You’re on a roll | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing | |
Boy have I have got a bone to pick | |
Gratitude don’t weight much on my side of town | |
Count your blessings | |
And count ‘em well | |
Fill your cub to the brim | |
One day you’ll drink from a cup of tin | |
Rain coldRain hard | |
Let It all fall apart | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing | |
All you want, | |
And if my hands can’t touch it it’s mine | |
Soon you’ll be cold | |
The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you | |
All you kept secretly, | |
Safely away from prying eyes must go | |
Say, who are you fooling? | |
The blade comes down | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing | |
All you want, | |
And if my hands can’t touch it it’s mine |
You' ve got to move | |
As if you need to know why!? | |
Chow Mein don' t make up for | |
XmasBut it will do | |
Got money in your pocket | |
Got places to go | |
Don' t noone know your name | |
You' re on a roll | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain' t no ghost, there' s only love or nothing | |
Boy have I have got a bone to pick | |
Gratitude don' t weight much on my side of town | |
Count your blessings | |
And count ' em well | |
Fill your cub to the brim | |
One day you' ll drink from a cup of tin | |
Rain coldRain hard | |
Let It all fall apart | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain' t no ghost, there' s only love or nothing | |
All you want, | |
And if my hands can' t touch it it' s mine | |
Soon you' ll be cold | |
The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you | |
All you kept secretly, | |
Safely away from prying eyes must go | |
Say, who are you fooling? | |
The blade comes down | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain' t no ghost, there' s only love or nothing | |
All you want, | |
And if my hands can' t touch it it' s mine |
You' ve got to move | |
As if you need to know why!? | |
Chow Mein don' t make up for | |
XmasBut it will do | |
Got money in your pocket | |
Got places to go | |
Don' t noone know your name | |
You' re on a roll | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain' t no ghost, there' s only love or nothing | |
Boy have I have got a bone to pick | |
Gratitude don' t weight much on my side of town | |
Count your blessings | |
And count ' em well | |
Fill your cub to the brim | |
One day you' ll drink from a cup of tin | |
Rain coldRain hard | |
Let It all fall apart | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain' t no ghost, there' s only love or nothing | |
All you want, | |
And if my hands can' t touch it it' s mine | |
Soon you' ll be cold | |
The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you | |
All you kept secretly, | |
Safely away from prying eyes must go | |
Say, who are you fooling? | |
The blade comes down | |
As it flows, you might not know the motion | |
Ain' t no ghost, there' s only love or nothing | |
All you want, | |
And if my hands can' t touch it it' s mine |