Samba

It's not enough that you're leaving, if you must
So I'll take this, this parting shot across your bow

Did you stop to think that your lips could sink a ship
Or that they might be the death of us

You should look up at the sky
Until beneath the waves we slide
Before the air escapes your lungs
You might remember what you done



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Puechner
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