Ghost calls to visit
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With my keys in his pocket
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Kisses in my mouth with his
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Eyes hanging out of his sockets
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My memories crumble
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Under still resistance
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I was torn out like pages
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From the book of existence
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I woke up in a strange place
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My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
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I made a call for a blackened cab
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Some destination was moving on in
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I remember the words that you told me
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How they come down so hard, so plain
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Fate is going to find your love in a
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Glass of champagne
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I lied to my host i told him
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I knew how far i could go
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When i emptied my guts out
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On his brand new stereo
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Well he paid me to go upstairs
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And spend a night with his friend
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I never want to see my face
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In the mirror again
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I woke up in a strange place
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Music so loud that i spilled all my beer
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I met a ride in that blackened cab
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Some destination was all that he had
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Easy now, this car is speeding up
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For my last chance, crashing to freedom
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Fate is going to find your love in a
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Glass of champagne
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Sweat pours down
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You're in the back seat sleeping
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And she waits by the window
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On an empty bed, weeping
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The ghost guns the motor
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To the land that he promised me
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I guess this is the time when your
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Best intentions become facts again
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This is no song for the dislocated
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The one you loved but it turned to be hated
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Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
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Because the eyes of your lover resist you
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Listen now, you keep your aim steady
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As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
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Fate is going to find your love
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In a glass of champagne
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Fate is going to find your love
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In a glass of champagne
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I Woke Up In A Strange Place
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Jeff Buckley |