Passenger - Ghost Town Lyrics
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Ghost Town
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What Are The Lyrics For Ghost Town By Passenger?
Take a walk in a ghost town
The sky is as black as crows They don't make cars like they used to here Times, they change And factories close Take a ride on a ghost train Stare at the windows See, time moves fast as a hurricane But it's so strange It feels so slow But sometimes it gets so cold down here Well I swear it burns The wind like fire coming off of the Great Lakes Sometimes it gets so dark in here Hey, I see it turn The emptiness that moves within my soul We're down in a ghost town See the crash in the rust See the ash in the dust Feel it slipping through your hands Falling on the shoes and the shoulders Of the ragged man See the pride and the shame Like fire and the flame Well, it burns through every man And drops them like drunken soldiers On the river banks Well, sometimes it gets so cold down here Hey I swear it burns The wind like fire coming off of the Great Lakes Sometimes it gets so dark in here Well I see it turn The emptiness that moves within my soul We're down in a ghost town Well, sometimes it gets so cold down here Hey, I swear it burns The wind like fire coming off of the Great Lakes Sometimes it gets so dark in here Oh, I see it turn The emptiness that moves within my soul We're down in a ghost town |
Who Wrote Ghost Town By Passenger?
Michael David Rosenberg
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What's The Duration Of The Ghost Town By Passenger?The duration of Ghost Town is 5:13 minutes and seconds. |
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