A cigarette a cigarette the day of the day
I always not around and my heart to you and for me has been the only
only a hope
dark the road can not continue to miss the dawn
my shop in a section of the gray
the streets of the town did not seem like you do not
blue pigeons flying low
hand smoke is not a match then it
plan to smoke your frustration
to smoke that one could never come again Oh ~
columbine rain reminds me of your post < br> Oh, and no smoking day ~
I always not around and my heart to you and for me has been the only
only a hope
dark the road can not continue to miss the dawn
my shop in a section of the gray
the streets of the town did not seem like you do not
blue pigeons flying low
hand smoke is not a match then it
plan to smoke your frustration
to smoke that one could never come again Oh ~
columbine rain reminds me of your post < br> Oh, and no smoking day ~
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