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I SMOKE MY CIGARETTES WITH HASTE
YOU SMOKE YOURS FOR THE TASTE
AND BY THE END OF THE DAY IM LEFT WITH AN EMPTY PACK
SO I TAKE THE PACK APART
LET THE WHITE SPACE FILL MY HEART
AND BEFORE IM DONE ILL SIGN IT WITH MY NAME AND A KISS
I ONLY WRITE WHAT IS TRUE
BECAUSE WHAT I SEE IS MOSTLY BLUE
BUT IF I LOOKED HARD ENOUGH ID SEE SOMETHING THATD BE BRIGHTER
IM SMOKING DAY AND NIGHT
AND YOULL PUT UP A FUCKING FIGHT
JUST TO SEE ME LIVE A DAY PAST FOURTY-TWO
YOURE MY HERO AND MY BROTHER
COULDNT FIND ANOTHER
IF I TRIED TO LOOK THE REST OF MY LIFE

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