| Well, I’ll be your cigarette man
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| Do whatever I can
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| Honey, can’t you see at the end of the line there’s a home
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| So far away
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| Sittin' here like a smoke in the rain
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| I’m trying to figure out why sometimes I can’t tell you
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| All the things you wanna hear
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| Oh, yeah, never ever I can walk your garden
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| You don’t speak, you don’t say a word
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| It really doesn’t matter anyway
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| Why am I like a child in the playground
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| Wanna touch the rain
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| I need to hear some more
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| Some more
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| Some more
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Sometimes I’ve been so close
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| But all of the sudden memories just seems to disappear
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| So far away
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| It touches me to see your graceless moves
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| On the other hand it kills me so shame on you
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| To crusify me on your… yeah
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| Oh, yeah, never ever I can walk your garden
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| You don’t speak, you don’t say a word
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| It really doesn’t matter anyway
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| Why am I like a child in the playground
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| Wanna touch the rain
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| I need to hear some more
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| Some more
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| Some more
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Well, life can sometimes be such a tragedy
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| You would not understand
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| You would not understand
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| Why you’re bringin' me down
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| Oh, yeah, never ever I can walk your garden
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| You don’t speak, you don’t say
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| And it really doesn’t matter anyway
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| Why am I like a child in the playground
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| Wanna touch the rain
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| I need to hear some more
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| Oh, why can’t you tell me lies
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Oh, yeah, can’t you tell me lies
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| I need to hear some more
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| Some more
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| Some more
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| Like you never ever done before
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| Some more
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| Some more
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| Like you never ever done before
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| 'Cause I’ll be your cigarette man
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| I do whatever I can
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| But, honey, can’t you see at the end of the line there’s a home
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| Why do I keep telling you these god damn lies? |