Chords for The Ghost Song

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_ _ _ _ Awake, _ _ shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one, and choose the day, and
choose the sign of your [E] day, the day's divinity.
[Em] First thing you [E] see, _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ a vast radiant beach and a cool jeweled moon.
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[Em] Couples, naked, race down by its quiet [D] side, _ _ and we [E] laugh like soft, [G] mad children, [Em] smug
in the wooly cotton [Bm] 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 [A] lake.
_ [Em] Enter again the sweet forest, enter the hot dream, come with us.
Everything is broken up [A] and dense.
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_ [E] _ _ _ Indians scattered on dawn's [C#m] highway bleeding, [E] ghosts crowd the young [F] child's fragile [Gm] eggshell.
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We have assembled inside this ancient [F] and insane theater to [Gm] propagate our lust for life
and to leave a swarm of wisdom in the streets.
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_ _ _ The barns are stormed, the windows kept, and only one of all the rest to dance and save
[G] us with the divine [Gm] mockery of words.
Music [G] inflames temperament.
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ Oh, [G] great creator of Eden, grant us one more [Dm] hour to perform [F] our art, to affect our [D] lives.
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_ We need great gold in calculations. _
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True king [Gm] murderers are allowed to roam free, a thousand additions [F] in line from the [Gm] land.
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[C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised?
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_ One more thing. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ May I take your item? _ _
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Thank you, oh lord, for the white blind light. _
_ Thank you, oh lord, for the white blind light.
_ A city rises from the sea. _
_ I had a splitting headache _ from which the future is made. _ _ _