#CCCXXII - Fantasmas

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[Março'09]



Como que actores, de um palco só nosso, numa rotina dolorosa acolhemos os fantasmas do passado que se instalaram naquela, ainda dolorosa, pergunta : Where did I go wrong?




Live : Ghost


Everybody has a ghost.
Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do.
Yours is not like mine,
It's alright, keep it up.

Boy looses rib in New Orleans.
He can't help eyein' up the whores
Under the Bridge.

Boy loses rib and lets a hellified
Cry into the dark:
Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?
I never need this before.
I need a woman
To help me feel.

Everybody has the dream.
Everybody has the dream like a world tattoo.
Yours is not like mine,
It's alright, keep it up.

The scalpel dives into the skin.
Good doctors never leave a scar;
No proof again.

I'll take the Myth,
You take the blood;
It's all the same to the world dreamer:
It's all the same in the end.

Where did I go wrong?
I never need this before.
I need a woman
To help me feel.

Everybody has a ghost.
Everybody has a ghost who sings like you.
Yours is not like mine,
It's alright, keep it up.

Boy loses rib in New Orleans
He trades some Ether for a chance
Under the bridge.

Boy loses rib as he's summoned to the mud,
Flat on his back,
Cryin' where did I go wrong?!

Where did I go wrong?
I never need this before.
I need a woman
To help me feel.