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Lost Art Of Murder Lyrics

Roll a four, roll a nine
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 yourseld 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 back 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 to 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 back 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

Do you think they'll change their minds

Songwriter(s): Peter Doherty
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd., Rough Trade Music Ltd.
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