Chopstick Suicide - Smooth Sails Don't Make Good Sailors | Текст песни

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You can’t hold the knife
You can’t wipe the blood from our songs.
Cleaning loans?
You can’t wipe the mirage, no ocean no north, no not ending south
None is seeing the deck anymore so;

Take these badges down when the light goes.
There is no need to live: or see the light.
There is no need for us to go

With nights we're crashing ice
Never hold on to ''soon''

But who,
who shreds the night?
But who,
who seeks or fades,
goes out!
Yes...

If you see it in the eyes
Stab them in the eye !

Get out of the fucking line
Move your feet out the fucking line

We are not sellin' it!
We are not sellin' it!

We’re not sold out...
Sold out...

With the hands of the shiny wails
Night pulling on,night pulling on.
Shading all our sins.
Night pulling on,night pulling on
We love to see.

Night pours it on.
But no,no;

Get out of the fucking line
Move your feet out the fucking line

We are not sellin' it

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