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Some Kind Of Ghost Lyrics & Chords By Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
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Tied to the crossroads you lay
Sweet Lord, I'm coming home to stay.
Sworn to the last turn you thrown
Sweet Lord, I'm coming home for good.
Home
Sweet Lord, I'm coming home.
Home
When I gonna get to go.
The sweetest of souls get their fill.
If you're telling me they're blessed, Lord, you're nothing but a chill.
Pain, they say every name got a page.
Sweet Lord, it's written on every face.
Home
When we gonna get to go.
Home
Sweet Lord, we're coming home.
Don't it feel like some kind of ghost.
Don't it feel like some kind of ghost.
Don't it feel like some kind of ghost.
Don't it feel like some kind of ghost.
Don't it feel like some kind of ghost.