| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| I-I-I, I-I-I, a-i-i-a-i-i
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| Don't call me, I'm not alone anymore
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| After all, flakes of smoke fly on my floor
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| And they have reasons to fly
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| No need to call - I'm already on top
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| Don't call me, I'm not alone anymore
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| After all, flakes of smoke fly on my floor
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| And they have reasons to fly
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| No need to call - I'm already on top
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| I don't even remember the taste of a kiss
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| I remember a little smoke or how you're under the plus
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| I caught a buzz - I also caught props
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| Leave her sadness soaked in salt (I)
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| The world may even become higher, brighter (and-e)
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| Burnt cigarette butts of May days (e)
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| And it wasn't worth it
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| Catch my buzz, bitch, and props
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| Don't call me, I'm not alone anymore
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| After all, flakes of smoke fly on my floor
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| And they have reasons to fly
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| No need to call - I'm already on top
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| Don't call me, I'm not alone anymore
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| After all, flakes of smoke fly on my floor
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| And they have reasons to fly
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| No need to call - I'm already on top
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| Strong fume, silently waited
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| The denomination went around again
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| I give birth here and there, all in chains again
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| Where were you? |
| Well, where have you been?
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| Come on, show off in the night up
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| Memories of sharing a bed |
| Words are irreversible, like a shooting
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| You are my dawn, but the light goes out
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| Don't call me, I'm not alone anymore
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| After all, flakes of smoke fly on my floor
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| And they have reasons to fly
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| No need to call - I'm already on top
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| Don't call me, I'm not alone anymore
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| After all, flakes of smoke fly on my floor
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| And they have reasons to fly
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| No need to call - I'm already on top |