It's one hundred and nine degrees
in this crowded room,
no room to breathe,
with walls as cold as a gallery
this is no place for me
such hard face set in smoke,
the smell lingers in my clothes,
it's a bad night to be alone,
but that's the way it goes
and i think of you, whenever life gets me down
yeah i think of you, whenever you're not around
you rest your
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