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My hair smells like smoke
On this firy night
While i am waiting for my shinning knight.
But time goes by and he wont come
My heart's  hurt so much it broke
I inhale the smoke and the smell stains my clothes
I know smoke will wanish like he did
I wish then, I had long ago ferwell bid 
But then he says my name
And down falls my cigarette as it begins tears to rain

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