Peter Doherty The Lost Art Of Murder Lyrics

could roll a four, roll a nine
find yourself washed up on paradise
just like before she never used to mind
i lost my phone in paradise

what a nice day for a murder
call yourself a killer boy
but the only thing you're killing is time
nothing absurder, your bird is just a burden to your heart
your soul your body spirit and mind

don't look at me like that
she won't tkae you back you've said too much
you've been too unkind

get up off your back
stop smoking that/crack
you could change you're life
do you think you'll change you're mind
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