Some Kind Of Ghost - Live Songtext - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Some Kind Of Ghost - Live - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

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


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