THE CLASSIC CRIME LYRICS The Precipice I wish I could play the violin I’d play ‘til tears rolled down your cheek and chin And if you sang along We could write the saddest song Sometimes I indulge my every whim And piece-by-piece I build the cell I’m in But I only stay here long enough to write the saddest song I dreamt I stood on a hill that I wished was a mountain To look back on all my accomplishments Well they must have been small because I couldn’t seem to find them so I took a leap off of the precipice I wish I could play piano well I’d hit the keys that make your spirit swell And if you sang along We could write the saddest song Whatever the cost Whether it works out or not Whatever the cost Whether it works out or not I’ll follow you with my heart
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 10:29:59 +0000
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