Avey Tare - Ghost of Books Lyrics
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Ghost of Books
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What Are The Lyrics For Ghost of Books By Avey Tare?
Keeping myself in my mind
I fell in love with a (ghost and) I'm gonna keep it (a scary flight) Fell in love with a (ghost out) In love with the past but I (said that love) I fell in love with a (ghost out) Thinking a lot about (changing light) Fell in love with a (ghost out) Trying to learn all the (sadness love) I went away to a ghost land And it felt like a perfect dream I grabbed a hold of two ghost hands And a voice said, "I'll always be" You wanna take it, a good friend Where it could bake in a dollar's light Then she would hear me at my end Where we could ever be billion night Said they could mate in the moonbeams And there could never be poison, I Wanted to cherish my ghost gal Sweetness that carried me up so high I ran to tell all my dear friends Of the new love I did find But when I return to my homeland I was confused by the changing tide How can I live with the ghost gal With the face like I wanna die And I wasn't sure of my ghost plans From a distance I heard her cry: I'm so tired of disappearing You're so beautiful, you can't hear me Want to hold you, kiss you, feel me Climb through the void and eternally cheer me So I ran away with my ghost gal |
Who Wrote Ghost of Books By Avey Tare?
David Michael Portner
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What's The Duration Of The Ghost of Books By Avey Tare?The duration of Ghost of Books is 4:48 minutes and seconds. |
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