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You're body is a work of art while walking throu the city park
You're palm is smeared with pencil mark's and i would like to do my part
To live behind those eye's
To live behind your lie's
And he is to young to know the truth
But when he is older he'll see right throu
The smile we all once knew
As time goes on you barely move to this dance that you tolerate
this life that you now hate
Sunken ships and cigarettes
Sunken ships and cigarettes
Skipping class to skip a beat
Of her heart on the balcony
And never have you felt so free
You close your eye's and start to breath
Her soft lip's on your soft lips
Your first and your last kiss
Salmon like the fish you see
struggleing to swim upstream
You stumble and fall
The current is much to stong
Even thou he is standing right there
The current will move along
Sunken ships and cigarettes
The man next door holds the secret
The bones the beneth the beadsmans floor
Is as of the years before
Sunken ships and cigarettes
But we have not found him yet
The pictues is collecting dust
But we must have faith
We must
We must
We must
We must
Sunken ships and cigarettes
The man next door holds the secret
The bones the beneth the beadsmans floor
Is as of the years before
Sunken ships and cigarettes
But we have not found him yet
The pictues is collecting dust
But we must have faith
We must
We must
We must
We must
And he is to young to know the truth
Salmon like the fish you see
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