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Ghosts Of The American Dream

from The Ghosts Of California by David Galas

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How many of these days were lost this way? I'm sitting at the edge of a wall. And where was it said, we'd all play dead along the highway at night. See the stars that light the sky, reveals where we should go. All the roads that stretch inside your head, we pretend that we don't want to know. I know that you'll never grow old. There's nothing for me, I'll steal this night, this desert wind blows like a desperate lost cry. All alone in the west feels colder than death. This desert's as far as I see, ghosts of the American dream. How far must I go before someone believes me? I'll black out the sun until no one can see me. We'll walk through the fires of burning disciples. The end of the world lies my guilty desires, the men who stand guilty of deathly black pyres.

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from The Ghosts Of California, released October 31, 2011

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David Galas Marquette, Michigan

David Galas is an American singer, song writer, and multi-instrumentalist.
In addition to his own work, he is a contributing member of the legendary darkwave band; LYCIA.

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