all begin to blur, and his Needle finally gives in? Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall? But you're a heavy Guy and like
s hard to move on When the ghost of you stays Oh-oh-oh (x6) The ghost of you stays The ghost of you stays The ghost of you stays
to move on When the ghost of you stays It's hard to move on When the ghost of you stays The ghost of you stays The ghost of you stays (Thanks to maru
A double D for that dough Hit em' where it hurt most You niggas ain't comin' close I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost We killers
love ... damn, sucka for love... sucka for love ... sucka for love Chorus Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay As you
: [Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static* What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love
for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
autumn came took you away i never expected you to stay black tears fallin' in the cold rain i woke up one night to the darkest dream your pretty ghost
autumn came Took you away I never expected you to stay Black tears fallin' In the cold rain I woke up one night To the darkest dream Your pretty ghost
: (Graham Russell/ Billy Sherwood) Love comes and goes, Destiny unknown Leads you to the promised land Or leaves you head in hand Tears fall like rain
better More swagger, you mad cause You met Ciara first homie but you couldn't bag her You said you were a dog, but see you was just a puppy You say you
Just the two of us Like how you all whisper in my ear Your breath like ghost that disappear Hold me close Hold me close Hold me tight now Need you more Want you
belong somewhere. You lock the devil in the basement, God up into the air. Yeah, everything must belong somewhere. I know it's true, I wish you'd leave
good, what good are you? With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost It all catches up with you Once you
where you hair was; nought warm where your hand was; but phantom,forlorn, beneath the thorn, your ghost where your face was. Sad winds where your voice was; tears,tears
churches and slaughtering lambs, Doing it all for my love of Satan? (I love you Satan, my lord) Bring death to your god; tear apart his begotten son, Christian you
be free What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night With the plough and
rainy Thursday on the avenue thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights the TV and the radio but still I can't escape the ghost of you
