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ghost
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ghost è stato pubblicato il 19 maggio 2023 da Tig Ol' Biddies come parte dell'album TANTRUM
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AlbumTANTRUM
Data di uscita19 maggio 2023
EtichettaTig Ol' Biddies
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM119

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ella Morgan Rose
Ella Morgan Rose
Songwriter

Testi

Don't know why I'm still here, I've ruined all I know
And I won't be the last, I've fallen to a ghost
My knuckles swirl with gold
Tinted halo hue
Thanks I fight for me
My warrants overdue
They'll be looking for me, but I just can't see them
I took the money, they owe what they preach and
They'll always doubt me, but wait till I've moved on
Oh, she's just a ghost
She's buried in the backyard with the golden crimes she don't commit
And oh, I'm feeling low
Break both my hands in exchange for a dime of false fame
Oh God, please let me out
Oh, she's just a ghost
She's buried in the backyard with the golden crimes she don't commit
And oh, I'm feeling low
Break both my hands in exchange for a dime of false fame
Oh God, please let me go
Don't know why I'm still here, cause I can't breathe too well
And I won't be the last, To bear the bid farewell
My throat is cut and torn
Knuckles blood and bruised
Fighting just to breathe
My warrants overdue
The town brought the gun and I brought a knife so
I can't see me getting out of this fight with
Out a few scars shaped like my mauled out heart
They'll be looking for me, but I just can't see them
I took the money they owe, what they preach and
They'll always doubt me, but wait till I've moved on
The door is blue, the air is cold
I found a place to call my own
Under circumstance
If it's just us
Balled in the corner, sharing lies of love
The blanket's small, the veil is thin
I hope I didn't reel you in
We're getting close
Eyes of violet stone
And that's when I realize I'm on my own
I've dreamt it up since I passed the baseboards
The look you gave me is something I can't ignore
They'll drag me out, I'll sense my loss
I stand in the streets, but I'm not at fault
I'm scared of who I'll become when I'm dead
That they'll hate me more then when I was
Oh, she's just a ghost
She's buried in the backyard with the golden crimes she don't commit
Oh, I'm feeling low
Break both my hands in exchange for a dime of false fame
Oh, God, please let me go
Written by: Ella Morgan Rose
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