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Jukebox The Ghost Everything Under The Sun

And you were carrying A lot of weight upon your shoulders Shrugging it off like It don't even matter And I was caught holding the door For an old bowlegged

As fireworks burst over the land I could've sworn I felt the influence of an unseen hand The ghost of someone else's dream A forgotten god stopping by

Isn't every day exactly what we make? Mistakes, mistakes And often are the same thing We'll make the same mistakes Let's get to know them then Let's get

got guns, they got knives and spies I am no informant We first met in the summer Of my twenty second year I got scared and they appeared Out of thin air They knew my name They screamed and screamed They knew everything

Oh, here's to new mornings, to new evenings Pack your bags babe and we are leaving. Don't you say no cause I know that you want to go, oh believe me.

Everything under the sun Is getting burned Everything under the moon Is gonna sleep And I think that one day soon It's all gonna Big bags of blood bore

I'm walking through the summer nights Jukebox playing low Yesterday everything was going too fast Today, it's moving too slow I got no place left to

: I'm walking through the summer nights Jukebox playing low Yesterday everything was going too fast Today, it's moving too slow I got no place left

: I'm walking through the summer nights Jukebox playing low Yesterday everything was going too fast Today, it's moving too slow I got no place left