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My cigarette lights up the road behind me. It's taking me from you. I'm kicking dirty habits. Will you have it? Say something. Breathe it in. You've taken everything. Since you've been away dancing in the moonlight, you won't hear I'm sorry tonight. And my cigarette burns to my finger tips. Pressed against your lips. I'm kicking dirty habits. Will
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holy fuck..
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