Chords for The Doors - Ghost Song (1080 HD)

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_ _ _ Awake, _ _ _ [Ab] shake _ [G] dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one, and choose [Em] the day, and
choose the sign [C] of your day, the [D] day's divinity.
[Em] First thing you see, [D] _ [Em] _ _ _
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a vast radiant beach, a cool jeweled [E] moon.
_ _ [G] Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side, _ and we [A] laugh like soft, mad [A] children,
[E] sloth in [G] the wooly cotton braids of infancy.
_ _ The music and voices are all [A] around us.
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_ _ Shoes, they crew in the ancient ones, the time has come again.
Shoes, now they crew beneath the moon beside an ancient lake.
[A] _ [G] Enter again the sweet forest, where the hot dream can move us.
Everything is broken [A] up.
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[D] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ Indians [Bb] scattered on dawn's highway, bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the air, child's presence.
_ _ [Gm] We _ _
[Dm] _ _ [Bb] have assembled inside this ancient, [F] insane theater [Gm] to propagate our rest of life.
We have swarmed [Dm] the vistas, _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] our [Ab] arms are [Fm] swarmed with windows, [Eb] and only one of [C] all the rest
[G] of the ages [F] can see us.
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[F] Oh, great creator [Gm] of the earth, grant us one more hour to perform [F] our art and to set down the [Gm] lines.
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[Dm] _ _ _ Oh, great golden cup, we choose.
_ [Bb] Oh, _ _ _ _
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[F] true kings and [Gm] murderers are allowed to roam free, a thousand [F] ambitions rise from [Gm] the land.
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised? _ _ _ _ _ _
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