Ghost Man
Help the broken and sing for the deaf
Leap over canyons
Hill countries make room for the rest
What makes a man?
A gun or his word?
Whats makes a prophet?
Is it fame or a cure?
What makes a coward?
Is it his mouth or his feer?
What makes my head race?
What do I need?
I've been all of these thngs
I've seen how it works
I've lost my dear patience;I'll just make it work
What makes me who I see today?
A ghost man still haunts me
I guess he can stay
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