| Ghosts
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| Halcyon Days
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| So wake up hope,
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| It’s dark and lonesome,
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| I can hardly, hardly get open my eyes,
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| It ain’t lonely, I’m holy,
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| So he comes home, she’s hating him some,
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| He can hardly, hardly stand up in his home,
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| Oh the aching, now now
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| Chorus:
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| In a stream of purest thought,
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| Nothing’s lost that can be caught,
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| It’s tender to behold,
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| As the past melts away,
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| I’ll shore up holes as they give way,
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| Halcyon days of pages old
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| Them kneecap words, they’re crushing him down,
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| It gets harder and harder to get over them now,
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| He can fight, it ain’t over,
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| So was he wrong and hoping it right,
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| He can hardly, hardly blame him so
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| Oh the hurting, now now
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| Chorus x 2
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| It’s tender to behold, ooh.
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| Tender (to be…) to behold
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| Chorus x 2
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| I wish I could…
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| Oooh…
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| It’s tender to behold,
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| It’s tender to behold |