| What do you want me to say?
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| It’s never going away
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| 'Cause I’m stuck on you like the smell
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| Of cigarettes on your flower dress
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| I want you under my fingernails
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| I want you in my sleep and in my dreams
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| I wake up spooning my pillow
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| Sweaty hands but please don’t tell your friends
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| Now I’m addicted to cigarettes
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| At first I didn’t let myself inhale
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| But smoke got through and so did you
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| And now every burn hole smells like home
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| And I know it’s killing me
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| But that still won’t stop me
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| 'Cause now we smell the same
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| But you still kill me faster
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| I don’t mind that you lie sometimes
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| Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you
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| I don’t mind that you lie sometimes
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| Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you
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| I don’t mind that you lie sometimes
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| Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you
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| I don’t mind that you lie sometimes
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| Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you
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| I don’t mind
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| That you lie sometimes
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| Because I lie too
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| Guess I’m just like you |