Letra de Lost Art Of Murder - Babyshambles

Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise
And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer boy but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind
I dont look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Gets up off your back
Stop smoking... that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind
Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
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No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise
Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise
And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing now is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind
Oh dont look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Gets up off your back
Stop smoking ...that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind