| There’s a red house road
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| And lies beyond it something like a chicken coop
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| Not sure though
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| I go overdose
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| And the ghost of my brain
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| Comes to yours
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| And something comes quite clear
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| Smoke is her name but she’ll grow
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| Can’t stop the rain or the snow
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| Am I talking about the medicine
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| The legal thing you eat when you are sick?
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| Am I falling out of sight design?
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| Beyond the red house road I move too quick
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| She’s got real big bones
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| And a gorgeous home
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| And between her -umm-
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| And me there’s something quite good I love
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| Smoke is her name but she’ll grow
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| Can’t stop the rain or the snow
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| And I dream, dream, dream but don’t
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| And I look, look
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| And I leave, leave, leave but don’t
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| Love, love, love
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| She’s a buzzing bee
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| She’s a person, see, between you and me
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| Someone I want bad but can’t have
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| I’m an overgrown little wanting boy
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| She’s my only joy
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| And covers come between us to clear
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| Smoke is her name but she’ll grow
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| Can’t stop the rain or the snow
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| And I… you don’t belong |