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Sad eyes soaked in shame or so he claims bad ideas drain so pray for rain Bright eyes, no brains high tide, low aim All we want to get is our way act like respect and we get paid Bright eyes, no brains high tide, low aim Dead men walk but does it matter talk is cheap so cut the chatter make no sound 'cause it compounds your mistakes won't be unmade and your bird won't fly like a plane Always judge the new things they're all the same only when it's you are things okay Letras de cancionesBright eyes, no brains high tide, low aim Long words stray from plain they're all the same I try, you complain consume the pain Bright eyes, no brains high tide, low aim Dead men walk but does it matter talk is cheap so cut the chatter make no sound 'cause it compounds your mistakes won't be unmade and your bird won't fly like a plane Bright eyes, no brains high tide, low aim From Letras Mania