The Shins - My Seventh Rib Lyrics

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Your silver tongue laughs at the clowns of our age 
A slow production line of cheap-shots from both sides 
Shot from the hip to my seventh rib 
A spoiled tomato lies in all that you say 
And I was the last of us to know 

Sound the alarm for my sentimental ways 
Have come in view and we've all got our own knives 
Sold to the worst of the devils we know 
Our mind and tight skin will be old 
But this wasn't meant for us to know 

Youth's open shutters 
Give way to another 
Taken by slight of hand 
And every American has the mouth of a pelican 
Now can I share that pillow with you love? 

They've got us in fits to find a way out 
Of this exploded view of a life once so simple 
First with the curse that my sentimental ways 
Are drawing my innocence to a close 
And these were not meant for me to know 

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lyrics submitted by erindee on 30-03-2005
lyrics corrected on 30-03-2005