| Watchin' cigarettes burn out
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| 'Til all the neon gets turned out
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| I was so on fire for you it hurts how
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| Fast that a cigarette can burn out
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| Just watchin' rivers run
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| Down the side of my bottle
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| Almost like it’s cryin' my tears
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| I had the world on a string
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| And then I lost everything
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| And that’s how I wound up here
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| Watchin' cigarettes burn out
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| 'Til all the neon gets turned out
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| There’s nothing left but empty glasses now
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| It’s all flashes now
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| Smokin' memory that ain’t nothin' but ashes
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| In the low lights
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| These done-me-wrong songs hit me so right
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| I was so on fire for you it hurts how
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| Fast that a cigarette can burn out
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| If you put your hands on the flame
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| You’ve got no right to complain
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| 'Cause you know it’s gonna leave a mark
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| When the glow comes to an end
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| Like scattered embers in the wind
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| Leaves you lookin' for a brand new spark
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| Watchin' cigarettes burn out
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| No, with every hit
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| I’m gonna quit
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| But who am I kiddin' I just can’t put you down
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| So I keep hangin' around
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| Watchin' cigarettes burn out
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| 'Til all the neon gets turned out
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| There’s nothing left but empty glasses now
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| It’s all flashes now
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| Smokin' memory that ain’t nothin' but ashes
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| In the low lights
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| These done-me-wrong songs hit me so right
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| I was so on fire for you it hurts how
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| Fast that a cigarette can burn out
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| I was so on fire for you it hurts how
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| Fast that a cigarette can burn out |