Ghost

There's a storm brewing to the north-west it's got a
Black heart throbbing just like yours cause you're always just
Sweeping at the edges of my dreams you are slowly
Incessantly becoming my most common

Ghost, be gone
Ghost, be gone
Ghost, be gone
Ghost, be gone

Well, I don't know 'bout you but I'm getting sick of
Meeting you at every cross roads why don't you find
Something better to do than troubling
A girl who'd be rich if she had dollars for worries on her mind

Ghost, be gone
Ghost, be gone
Go, be gone
Go, be gone
Go, be gone
Go, be gone
Oooh yeah yeah huhh

Ghost, be gone
Go, be gone
Ghost, be gone
Go, yeah
Go, be gone
Ghost, be gone, yeah
Go



Credits
Writer(s): Anna-rose Carpenter
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