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Benson Hedges - Fun.
Holy ghosts,
When do you come out to play?
'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,
He'd better start looking today.
Last week my baby hit the slopes.
I spent the weekend setting
Traps in the road.
I should have been cutting
Out my eyelids,
You'll never guess what baby did
When she got home home
Na na na na
Now at least the birds are singing to me,
But what they're trying to say,
I don't know
I think they come from the cold
I think they come from the cold
To the city that don't snow.
So I drove until we both broke down.
I was stranded in a border town
Believing the motel TV would bring
Me to safety,
But between MTV and Mr. O'Reilly
I've come to find,
That I can't be defined
So I turned it off,
Now convinced I would cross
Took one last look at the gold
As it shattered on a mountaintop,
Oh now I believe the sun,
It's like a symphony.
But what it's trying to play,
I don't know
I think it's come for the cold.
I think it's come for the cold.
To the city that don't snow.
C'mon, Holy ghosts
When do you come out to play?
'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,
He'd better start looking today.
So I can rise with the river
We all float before we sink
We pray for satellites,
Pray for courtesy
And pray that it can climb
Mountains to me!
I say goodbye to the canyon.
I will set sail to the streets
Where I don't care to be forgiven
I want to be forgotten.
I don't care to be forgiven
When Lord I only want to
Be forgotten!
Now I receive a call
Now now now woh
I receive woh
Now now woh woh
I receive woh
Now now now woh
I receive woh
Now now woh woh now now
I receive from my family
And what they started to say
Brought me home.
They think I'm beautiful
They think I'm beautiful
For all my big mistakes.
For all my big mistakes.
For all my big mistakes.
