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Phish The Story Of The Ghost

The terrible thing about hell Is that when you're there you can't even tell As you move through this life you love so You could be there and not even

Listen as she speaks to you Hear the voices flutter through The barriers arranged by you Close the shudders, draw the shades Filter out the everglades

(A silent bird) A raging tide, a mountain side Open door looming from the surf (A whispered word) A steady wind as we began To close in on the earth

a ghost but I cannot fly I'm stuck here as the years slide by I need a resting place 'cause i Already felt my body die If I had a host of ghosts Living

The story of the ghost I feel I never told you The story of the ghost I feel I never told you The story of the ghost I feel I never told you The story

It's easy sometimes when you just coast along But like it or not something always seems to go wrong Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock

Fikus dreamed a dream for me It cost me nothing it was free He dreamed of walking in the sand Of blossoms forming in his hand Of kitchen cake and cedar

I feel I never told you The story of the ghost That I once knew and talked to Of whom I'd never boast For this was my big secret How I'd get ahead And

The shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone But when I'm done freezing I want to be alone Never want my hand cut off Never want a hacking