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Snitches Get Stitches

The Amity Affliction


I can say firmly
None of them knew the colour of the sky
(colour of the sky)
Imagine if we were lost at sea
Not a single lip would move, to reveal the stars to me
I am so... I am so... I am so... I am so... I am so
I am so lost amongst a sea of desperation
That these milky clouds fail to shine their light
On the path I know I'm meant to take
The path I know I'm meant to take

Loose lips sink ships and where
Were you when the sun
Went down
And our bows filled with lies?
Loose lips sink ships
And where were you when the stern
Broke in two?
I was left with nothing to hold onto

No one knew the colour of the sky
No one knew where, or how, or why
Cement my thoughts to my ankles and cast me overboard
The liar, the wretch, the failed
Cement my... Cement my... Cement my... Cement my
Cement my failures throw me overboard
I'll stare skyward try to remember that, I don't blame them
I don't blame them... I don't blame them... I don't blame them
I don't blame them

Loose lips sink ships and where were you
When the sun went
Down
And our bows filled with lies?
Loose lips sink ships and where were you
When the stern broke
In two?
I was left with nothing to hold onto

They could never see the true colour of the sky
Wistful and lonely, caught on my own
My sky is the only, my sky, oh so lonely

Compositores: Christopher Timothy Burt, Ryan Richard Burt, Joel Fletcher C Birch, Troy Jon-colin Brady, Ahren Charles Stringer, Trad M Nathan
ECAD: Obra #20915381

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