The Suffocating Kind

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They threw jewelry off the mattress
And they cried and they ripped the
Sheets from the bed
They swam in the ocean
And they wished they were dead
They were the kind that were followed
With a notebook and pen
And lead by a cigarette and
Painted rooms with addiction
They were the suffocating kind
And you forgot to breath

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