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Another Sunday morning selling sundials Another way to pass the time But the cherry blossoms were doing high-fives It was feeling like a crime You know you're right We're dying all the time And we're so blind But I feel fine There's a lifeboat On a tightrope In my air-conditioned mind There's a lifeboat Stuck in my throat And I'm running out of time It's a wax museum with chemical smiles It's enough to make you sick With the cocoa butter on my bow tie And your lips upon my neck We'll be alright I've loved you all my life And it's high time we were satisfied Tell me what's your pleasure Is it a pastime? Is there a better way to die? There's a lifeboat On a tightrope In my air-conditioned mind There's a lifeboat Stuck in my throat And I'm running out of time There's a lifeboat in a blindfold I could use a place to hide! There's a lifeboat From Letras Mania