Chords for The Doors-Ghost Song

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_ _ _ _ _ Awake, _ _ shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your [E] day, the day's divinity.
First thing you [E] see, _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ a vast radiant beach and a cool jeweled moon. _
_ Couples, naked, race down by its quiet [D] side, _ and we [E] laugh like soft, mad children,
[A] [Em] smug in the wooly cotton [G] brains of infancy.
_ The music and voices are all around [A] us.
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_ Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon, beside an ancient lake.
[A] _ [Em] Enter again the sweet forest.
Enter the hot dream.
Come with us.
Everything is broken up in dances.
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_ _ _ _ Indians scattered on [C#m] dawn's highway, [E] bleeding.
Ghosts [D#] crowd the old child's [Gm] frazzled head.
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_ [Gm] have assembled inside this ancient and [F] insane theater [Gm] to propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarm of wizards.
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_ _ _ _ [F] The barns are [Dm] stormed, the windows [D] kept, and only one of all the rest [F#] can dance and save [F] us,
the divine [Gm] mockery of words, [G] music, and flames' [G]
temperament.
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ Oh, [G] great creator of beauty, grant us one more hour to perform our art, [F]
affect our [D] lives.
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_ We need great golden calculations. _
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True [Gm] kings and murderers are allowed to roam free, a thousand conditions [F] arise and [Gm] land them.
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[C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised?
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