The Lost Art Of Murder Lyrics

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Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She didn't mind,
Someone else washed up in paradise

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer 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

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise

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, pay as you go.

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer 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

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

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Could roll a four  Could roll a nine  Find yourself washed up in paradise    Just like before  She didn't mind, Someone else washed up in paradise   And what a nice day for a murder  You call yourself a killer 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    Oh don't look at me like that  She won't take you back  You said too much, you been too unkind  Get up off your back  Stop smoking that  You could change your life  Do you think you'll change their mind    No light before  No light behind  Someone else washed up in paradise    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, pay as you go.    And what a nice day for a murder  You call yourself a killer 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    Oh don't look at me like that  She won't take you back  You said too much, you been too unkind  Get up off your back  Stop smoking that  You could change your life  Do you think you'll change their mind

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