WebChillin with the ghosts At the crystal peak Armadillo snow Armadillo snow Chillin with the ghosts At the resting ground {Verse 2} Spin a web of lies Twenty thousand times Waiting in disguise Make a victim weep Drop me like a stone Hollow so I float Shoot a silver bow Perforate a soul {Chorus} Armadillo snow Armadillo snow Armadillo snow At the ... WebJapan Ghosts When the room is quiet The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well, I ought to leave But the rain it never stops And I've no particular place to go Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped
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WebJapan - Tin Drum Album Lyrics; 1. Visions Of China Lyrics: 2. Ghosts (single version) Lyrics: 3. Sons of Pioneers Lyrics: 4. The Art of Parties Lyrics: 5. Cantonese Boy Lyrics: 6. Still Life in Mobile Homes Lyrics: 7. Ghosts Lyrics: 8. Life Without Buildings - 2003 Digital Remaster Lyrics: 9. The Art Of Parties - 2003 Digital Remaster Lyrics: 10. WebI'm a ghost running from my corpse Knowing that it ain't much to adore It ain't enough for you to see me All i want is for you to believe me {verse} I've been trying so hard Wasting my time away I've said all that i could say I've been trying so hard I am not found and i will never make a sound {chorus} I'm a ghost running from my corpse to travel is to live quote
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WebI'm walking young and strong But just a little too thin, I may be happy But I don't have a clue to this life In my mind Stay with me, we could learn to fight Like every good boy should Cling to me, we are blacked out In visions of China tonight I'm building heroes again ... WebWhen the room is quiet. The daylight almost gone. It seems there's something I should know. Well I ought to leave. But the rain it never stops. And I've no particular place to go. … WebCantonese boy, bang your tin drum. Cantonese boy, civilian soldier. Cantonese boy, bang your tin drum. Cantonese boy, red army calls you home. We're singing. Marching through the fields. We're changing. The lives we've led for years. Red army calls you. to travel hopefully