Chords for The Doors - "Ghost Song" (Subtitulado)

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_ [Em] _ _ Awake, _ _ _ [G] shake _ dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet child.
[Em] Choose the day, choose the [C] sign of your day, the [D] day's divinity.
[G] The first [A] thing we see, _ [G] _ _
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a vast radiant beach and cool, jeweled [E] moon.
_ _ [Em] Pebbles, naked, race down by its quiet side.
_ And we laugh [A] like soft, mad [F] children, [Em] slobbed in the [G] woolly cotton weeds. _
_ [E] The [G] music and voices are all [E] around us.
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[Em] _ _ [E] [Em] Choose they crew in the ancient ones, the time has come again.
Choose now they crew beneath the moon beside [A] an ancient lake.
_ [Em] Enter again the sweet forest, enter the hot dream and come with us.
_ Everything is [A] broken up.
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[G] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _ _
[Bm] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ Indians [C#m] scattered on dawns, highway [E] bleeding, [Cm] ghosts crowd the old child's [A#] fragile head.
_ [Gm] We _ _ [Dm] _
_ [A#] have assembled [Gm] inside this ancient [F] and insane [Gm] theater to propagate our life for life
and be the [Dm] slumbering wisdom [G] of the spirits.
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[Cm] _ _ [F] _ _ Our arms are stalling [Fm] at the windows, [G] and we'll be one [Am] of all the [G] rest, _ [F] _
[Fm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [F] flames never met. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] Oh, great creator [Gm] of Eden, grant us one more hour to perform [F] our art of fucked-out lives.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [Dm] _
_ _ We need great golden companions.
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm]
True kings [Gm] murdered, but allowed to roam free.
A thousand [F]
ambitions arrive and [Gm] vile.
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[C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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