The Lunchtime Sardine Club - Rumours | Текст песни

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I heard a rumour you never get old
I saw a summer dissolve into cold
I licked a knife and it cut my tongue
Flesh became blade then the three became one

Jesus on a jet plane
He flies before he walks
A tourist and a dead man
One thousand years apart
If youthfulness is over
And time is all you got
Living as a lighthouse
And seabirds at your arms

30ft of schooner and a sound for sound's sake
Hazel mud, an empty house but no ears to take hold
I licked a knife and cut your throat from your tongue
Beak became blade then the three became one

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