Bullets In A Briefcase Lyrics - Matthew Good

Little fish, boat's too full, down you go 

Breathing in salt and fuel, tiny gulps 

Statistically, it's commonplace, you're not alone 

So, end like this, instead of shot back at home 

The world is a strange place 

Quiet like bullets in a briefcase 

Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place? 

Quiet like bullets in a briefcase 

Quiet like bullets in a briefcase 

Little man, Northern France, winter's cold 

800 hours, 4, 000 miles, feet alone 

No one I know would even dare it, let alone 

Shantytown, bleeding out in the shadows 

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The world is a strange place 

Quiet like bullets in a briefcase 

Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place? 

Quiet like bullets in a briefcase 

Quiet like bullets in a briefcase, 

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