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Ghost Creator Now
Had a heart, had a soul.
Had a feeling, he wanted gold.
Had a job, rose to the top.
His drug was power. It won the lot.
He's a ghost creator, now.
Those fallen angels make him proud.
Life started good, and turned so bad.
It was the greed that drove him mad.
The people became his pawns.
He was a king, and a ticking bomb.
He's a ghost creator, now.
Clear-cuts Mountains, without a sound.
He's a ghost creator, now.
Those fallen angels make him proud.
The turning world, the passing time
Tore his soul like a land mine.
In his mind, could do no wrong.
His grief and sorrow sang a dark song.
He's a ghost creator, now.
Clear-cuts Mountains, without a sound.
He's a ghost creator, now.
Those fallen angels make him proud.
Spinning sideways, in his head.
Became possessed, spoke with the dead.
He made a place, under the ground
That we can't see, from looking down
He's a ghost creator, now.
Those fallen angels, make him proud.
He's a ghost creator, now
Clear-cuts Mountains, without a sound.
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She spent the first part of her 20's
Doing cocaine in the country
Where the boys got lost
with their fingers crossed
while she spent someone else's money
And then she moved herself off to the city
Cos she was looking for some inspiration
When her head got tossed in a Brooklyn loft
She said it's all about experimentation
She's a ghost... creator now
Her castle's in the clouds
She picks me up somehow
She's a ghost, creator now....
She crashed with her folks that Summer
To kick a case of the stereo blues
There were quiet nights at home
She turned off her phone
For the second half of June
By Autumn all that ended, she was ready to jump back in
To the sleepless nights and the disco lights
If she's playing, she's playing to win...
She's a ghost... creator now
Her castle's in the clouds
She picks me up somehow
She's a ghost, creator now....
(Shredding solo)
She's a ghost... creator now
Her castle's in the clouds
She picks me up somehow
She's a ghost, creator now....
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