| Breath deep
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| The scent of memories
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| Hidden in the smoke
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| And the subtle hint of cellophane
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| In the photographs you took
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| I sit alone with inspiration thrown across
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| Pages and versus of guillotine books
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| That line the case in the room
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| The place on the floor
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| Where we cautiously combust
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| An attempt to show our lust
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| To the life that we lost
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| If I do this nothing will ever be the same
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| If you don’t you will regret it with every breath you take
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| Please god, is there any other way?
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| Breath deep
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| The scent of your deceit
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| Hidden in the smoke you will question the act
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| And what I have done
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| The chapters will burn at four, fifty one
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| As I bury the past
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| With each strike of the match
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| If I do this nothing will ever be the same again
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| If you don’t you will regret it with every breath you take
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| Please god, is there any other way?
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| That’s just an illusion god is not here today
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| If I do this nothing will ever be the same again
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| If you don’t you will regret it with every breath you take
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| Please god, is there any other way?
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| Please god, is there any other way!
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| That’s just an illusion god is not here today |