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Ghost Of A Chance

You think I don’t know you’re here
And don’t hear your snicker and sneer
Aand don’t feel you sneaking heat
From these cold, cold feet

I don’t need to be convinced
I’ve seen doors themselves unhinge
And still felt like walls somehow
They’ve since closed… yeh, they’re closed now

I’ve got tears enough to cry
Without hauntings by
A ghost of a chance I
know that I’m a bum
Without hearing from
The ghost of my chance

I sure work hard once I get fired
I down food that has expired
The excuses get so tired
Still I’m awake, wide awake

I’ve stayed put when I should have gone
Gotten homesick when I was home
Shrugged off when I should have known
Kept going when I was… done
What’s done is done

I’ve got tears enough to cry
Without hauntings by
A ghost of a chance
I know that I’m a bum
Without hearing from
The ghost of my chance

Cut me a break
I know I didn’t make
The most of my chance

Leave me be
And if you leave
Why don’t it relieve

Is this all you want
Am I so much fun to haunt
Is this all you brought for me
Not another shot for me

from Soal of Dark Water Music, Words and Music by Dug (Soal of Dark Water Music, BMI). © All rights reserved