Stretching yawns, cigarette after cigarette
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Night's inevitably, cigarette after cigarette
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This tired soul is instinctively dying every night
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Damn this self-harm, cigarette after cigarette
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The left foot of the world was cut off with a saw
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Pants left, cigarette after cigarette
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The carcass exploded while freezing a bed
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Sprayed on the wall, cigarette after cigarette
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Hundreds of seats at this end were completely blue
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A stressed, disgusted man, smoking behind a cigarette
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These five paws tonight, are also sleeping
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Goodbye hand and guitar, cigarette after cigarette
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People get rid of this in the dead-end streets
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As if not, cigarette after cigarette
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Stunned by the traces of the second, these glories are old
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Believer in the principle of repetition, cigarette after cigarette
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A hundred ruthless lenses boiled in the eyes of the city
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Wayne poets unemployed, cigarette after cigarette
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In the lab of any text, this scene is forever
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A man confessing, cigarette after cigarette
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Traitor myths, in the labyrinth of history
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They sleep like hyenas, smoking cigarettes
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It was your photo and the story was your frame and denial
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I knocked him against the wall, cigarette after cigarette
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Every night is the same, tea and silence and a movie
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After reviewing the lyrics, cigarette after cigarette
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Cigarette butts, in a cup of tea
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Hajand and phonogram, cigarette after cigarette
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Canned cigarette poetry, expiration date
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Three, one, four points, cigarette after cigarette
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My pen is old, sometimes it does not write
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A buyer brand, cigarette after cigarette
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Stretching yawns, cigarette after cigarette
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Night corner inevitably, cigarette after cigarette
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This tired soul is instinctively dying every night
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Damn this self-harm, cigarette after cigarette |