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Get Rich or Die Tryin’ (The Ghost of an Angel)

There are nights I sleep alone

Then there are nights I’ll never know

Watching you drift into a slumber where all the angels go

And I’ll pray for day to break

So I can gather my mistakes

To build up something useful ‘til there’s nothing left to take

In this land of liberty

There must be something to believe

I’ll take a ride to the cafe to find out what it means

But I know I’ll see you there

And I know it isn’t fair

To live my days according to these sentimental cares

I’ll be frozen in my seat

Paralyzed and incomplete

A wishing well out in the town square, just outside my reach

But I must throw this out there

Sky blue eyes and sun kissed hair

Will greet you every morning even when they are not there

So I’ll offer you this song

And I’ll sing it all alone

The melody to soft to travel where it might belong

Then I’ll play that secret chord

The one that only you would know

I’ll turn this dirt until it grows that solitary rose

But it won’t be what it seems

Cuz it can only be in dreams

I’ll work these hands ‘til the bone shows upon this broken scene

And I’ll spend my energy

On the true and fateful sleep

I’ll drift into that ancient slumber where all the old ghosts meet