Take Your last drag off that cigarette,
But remember; that's your last breath,
What I wouldn't give for times to change,
Back to what they were before that day,
And I know; you've got no feel-ings,
To share with me, like we had back then.
But we've murdered eachother again,
And our feelings-go-back down in flamesIn a Stanza of 9.8.9
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