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Lost Art Of Murder Lyrics Artist(Band):Babyshambles
Find yourself washed up in paradise Just like before you didn't mind someone else washed up in paradise Every day What a nice day for a murder You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time There's nothing absurder than a bird that´s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind. Don't look at me like that she won't take you back Said too much been too unkind Get up off your back, stop smoking that Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind. Roll a four, roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise All the fours or all the nines I lost my phone in paradise Pay as you go What a nice day for a murder You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time There's nothing absurder than a bird that´s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind. Don't look at me like that she won't take you back Done too much been too unkind Get up off your back, stop smoking that Change your life, think it´ll change her mind. Don't look at me like that she won't take you back Said too much been too unkind Get up off your back, stop smoking that If you change your life Do you think they´ll change their minds. If you find some error in Lost Art Of Murder Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Lost Art Of Murder The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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