The Doors - Ghost Song Chords

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_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Awake, _ _ shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet, and choose the day, and choose.
the [F#] sign of your day, the [D] day's divinity.
[Em] First thing you see, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ a vast radiant [G] beach and a cool jeweled [E] moon.
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_ [Em] Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side, _ and we [C#m] laugh like soft, mad [G] children, [A] [Em] smug.
in the wooly [G] cotton brains of infancy.
_ [Em] _ The music and voices are all [A] around us.
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_ [Em] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _ _ .
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_ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ .
_ 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 [A] up in dance.
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[G] _ [A] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm].
[A] Indians _ [E] _ _ _ _ scattered on dawn's [C#m] highway [E] bleeding, ghosts crowd the old child's [Gm] razzle-head chamber.
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_ [Gm] We have assembled inside this ancient, [F] insane theater [Gm] to propagate our lust for life, leave.
the [F] swarm of wisdom in the [G] streets.
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ [Dm] _ .
[Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] The [G] barns are [F] stormed, the windows kept, [G] and only one [F] of all the rest can [G] dance and [F] save.
us, the divine [Gm] microbe of words, [F] music, [G] and [F] flames' temperament.
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] O great creator of the universe, grant us one more hour to perform our art, accept our [Gm] alliance.
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_ _ We need great gold on top of vengeance.
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[F] True kings' [Gm] murderers are allowed to roam free, a thousand victions [F] robbed in the land.
[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Gm] _ _ .
_ [C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised?.
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