Already Ghosts Lyrics

	作词 : Johnson, Marin, Steer ...
	In travel, there are traps
	When I'm writing in the back
	Beneath the rain, between the maps
	My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong
	I loved you when you loved me and then we were done
	There's a silence on the railway
	There's a bad curse on the land
	And this season writes a rainstorm like a poem in the sand
	You told me I depressed you, that I withered in your hand
	And that sentence cut my loveline when you left me as you planned
	In travel, there are traps when I'm writing in the back
	Beneath the rain, between the maps
	My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong
	I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone
	In travel, there are traps when I'm writing in the back

	zuo ci : Johnson, Marin, Steer ...
	In travel, there are traps
	When I' m writing in the back
	Beneath the rain, between the maps
	My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong
	I loved you when you loved me and then we were done
	There' s a silence on the railway
	There' s a bad curse on the land
	And this season writes a rainstorm like a poem in the sand
	You told me I depressed you, that I withered in your hand
	And that sentence cut my loveline when you left me as you planned
	In travel, there are traps when I' m writing in the back
	Beneath the rain, between the maps
	My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong
	I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone
	In travel, there are traps when I' m writing in the back

	zuò cí : Johnson, Marin, Steer ...
	In travel, there are traps
	When I' m writing in the back
	Beneath the rain, between the maps
	My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong
	I loved you when you loved me and then we were done
	There' s a silence on the railway
	There' s a bad curse on the land
	And this season writes a rainstorm like a poem in the sand
	You told me I depressed you, that I withered in your hand
	And that sentence cut my loveline when you left me as you planned
	In travel, there are traps when I' m writing in the back
	Beneath the rain, between the maps
	My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong
	I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone
	In travel, there are traps when I' m writing in the back

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