Ghost کے بول

Everybody has a ghost. Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do. Yours is not like mine, Its 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, Its 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; Its all the same to the world dreamer: Its 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, Its 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.