Ghosts in the Alleyway
Will I wake up sweating again?
Bad news about another dead friend
When will we see an end, to all this dead-end thinking?
Folks that spit game to start our dreams sinking
Don't let the smoke screen fool us, so many people trying to fool us
But who but us can rule us, yeah who but us can rule us.
Oh man, you should have questioned what health is
He should have, questioned what wealth is
Breath, breath, deeply
Breath, breath, deeply
Ghost in the alleyway, departed souls of a later day
The remnants of something left behind
Perhaps another time
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Autor(es): Paul Josephs