The Sad Bastard Book Club - These Zombie Problems Have Gotten Out of Hand, No? | Текст песни

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This rusted island we call home
Was sinking beneath the sea foam
Waves were crashing higher but we did not care
The moon was in the sky that night, stars provided all the light
We held each other and pretended we weren't there
This rusted island we call home
Was sinking beneath the sea foam
Buckets floated uselessly in the swelling tide
The moon was in the sky that night, stars provided all the light
We had realized that we could not hide.
This rusted island we call home
Was sinking beneath the sea foam
Fish were in the cellar as we took off our clothes
The moon was in the sky that night
Stars provided all the light
They looked down upon us as we accepted our roles

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