Lord, won't you help me through the night? Won't you help me through the night? We will worry about tomorrow when it comes And now it's all that I can take To sit and watch us break Wishing into your arms I could run
In all of my days, you mean the most And now I've got to give up your ghost We'll raise a glass, just one final toast And we'll drink to giving up your ghost Now I'm giving up your ghost
Every day I look a little more like my father And every day I look less like me Now how brave is your love? Would a promise be enough? That some day again we would meet?
In all of my days, you mean the most Now I got to give up your ghost We'll raise a glass, one final toast And wе drink to giving up your ghost Now I got to give up your ghost
In all of my days, you meant the most But now I got to givе up your ghost We'll raise a glass for the final toast And drink to giving up your ghost Now I'm giving up your ghost
Got to give up your ghost
Compositor: Ben C Harper (Ben Harper) (ASCAP)Editor: Reservoir Media Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #42547706 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM