| Take good care of it
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| Camel cigarettes
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| The heady remembrance
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| Take good care of it
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| You’re making accusations
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| In the end it’s come to nothing at all
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| And there’s no clear place where it faltered
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| And I dream of being like I was before
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| Take good care of it
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| Camel cigarettes
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| My heart bordered on lunatic
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| I didn’t want to get rid of it
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| We used to have
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| Something cutting here
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| But one day it just got up and died
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| Here I am and I’m trying to deny it
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| Is it sane or in vain or is it goodbye?
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| Take good care of it
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| Camel cigarettes
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| The heady remembrance
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| Take good care of it
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| 'Cos in the heart below where the laurel sits
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| It’s not really alive but it resembles it a little bit |