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Howie Day

Howie Day

Ghost

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lately ive been thinking
lately ive been dreaming with you
im so resitant to this type of thinking
oh, now its shining through
i was alone for the last time
before my nights vacation with you
alive from the first
now im denied by the ghost of you

you take yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please

i know theres little use in crying
its more wide awake and dying then im used to
i thought wed walk these streets together
now im hoping that ill never have to meet you
step aside from all this anger
and somewhere in between i can feel you
ask me should we try again
im thinking no
yknow, its not what i believe in
its not what i believe in

you take yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please
you make yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please

no i, wanna taste you, love
no i...no i
no i, just wanna taste you, love

standing in your shoes
i turn and now
youre standing bare in my doorway
i only wish that i had been prepared
im gonna have to go along with your way
just take the plastic camera out
its the pants you borrowed in the driveway
alive from the first
now im denied by the ghost of you

make yourself a photgraph and laugh at me
please
you make yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please

no i, wanna taste of love
no i...

i was alive from the first
now im denied by the ghost of you

--

Ghost, the first single from Australia, has been performed live at the Boston Music Awards in 2001 where Howie picked up the award for Best Debut Album by a Singer-Songwriter

In 2001, Howies live version of Ghost began encapsulating Beams of Light, a tease song inspired by the Flash Mountain ride at Disneyland. At the end of playing Ghost, Howie will kick in a double time intro to bring crowds out of their slow groove into an upbeat dance mood!

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