Текст песни Classic Crime, The — The Precipice

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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

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

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

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