How have I not seen you for a long time,
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Outwardly changed, you paint your lips and eyes.
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And you don't remember the trouble with the new kid,
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I hope he understands, because he was very lucky.
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I remember our last evening, the way you roar,
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Stop, I'll go out even in the cold rain.
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In the darkness of the cabin, a beacon glows brightly.
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It will burn out and pass.
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We love this smoke, we believe in the young,
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And if you are alone, then nicotine cures.
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We love this smoke, we believe in the young,
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And if you are alone, then nicotine cures.
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One
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One
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It just so happened, no one wants to be wrong,
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We need to be silent, but we are tearing off voices.
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Someone was late for the meeting, someone did not wait,
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And in my head, life does not give me a chance.
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Everything is just ridiculous
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But we no longer believe in luck, or in God, or in magic.
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There is a recipe and there will not be many words in it,
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Talk less and listen more to your person.
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But, apparently, I'm not very good at cooking,
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So order by phone.
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Or we didn't know each other
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Or the courier with my love rubbed himself on the way home.
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A beacon is smoldering in the cabin,
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Each of us is forgiven, but at what cost.
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And as soon as it burns out, I promise
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There will be no more memories.
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We love this smoke, we believe in the young,
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And if you are alone, then nicotine cures.
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We love this smoke, we believe in the young,
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And if you are alone, then nicotine cures. |