| Marry me to the blue sky
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| Bury me in that long last drop of hard rain
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| Meet me where they stop time
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| That’s you to me on the shovel that’s digging this grave
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| Till I can waltz on a moonbeam
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| Till I can find a way to turn all tears into wine
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| I’ll hitch my ride to a day dream
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| Can’t unkiss the lips that love is leaving behind
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| No future living in the past
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| I’ve seen what hate has done to hope
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| Tomorrow wasn’t built to last
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| How can I scream, I’m scared to breathe
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| I wrote each word, you gave the toast
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| But we were fire and gasoline
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| I set my sails over wheat fields
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| Rode waves of amber, let a new sun shine on my face
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| I dropped the sword, put down my shield
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| I left your scars for the stars, guiding my way
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| I traded hurting for healing
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| I must admit that I was reeling
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| Now I’m feeling just fine
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| Traded nightmares for dreaming
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| Go tell your shadows that I got out alive
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| No future living in the past
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| I’ve seen what hurt has done to hope
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| I found the tree I cut the rope
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| Tomorrow wasn’t built to last
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| How can I scream, I’m scared to breathe
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| I wrote each word, you gave the toast
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| But we were fire and gasoline
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| Last night I had this dream
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| I saw a man wash his feet
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| In the church holy water
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| He worked up to his knees
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| From his arms to his neck
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| Said I’m in over my head
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| He was crying trying to get some relief
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| Lord, I’m just trying to get some relief
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| I had this dream
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| That man was me
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| No future living in the past
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| I’ve seen what hurt has done to hope
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| I found the tree I cut the rope
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| Tomorrow wasn’t built to last
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| I ain’t living with the ghost
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| How can I scream, I’m scared to breathe
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| I wrote each word, you gave the toast
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| But we were fire and gasoline
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| Now I ain’t living with the ghost |