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Lost Art Of Murder lyrics
Roll a four, roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
Like before you didn t mind
Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday

What a nice day for a murder
Yourself a killer but the only thing you re killing is your time
There s nothing absurder than a burd
It s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind

Don t look back at me like that, she won t take you back
I said too much, been too unkind
Get 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 to all the nines
I lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go

What a nice day for a murder
Say you re a killer, I think you re killing is time
There s nothing absurder than a burd
It s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind

Oh, 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
Change your life, just might change her mind
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