just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you
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just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you
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to calm the butterflies and bring ease to uneasy minds
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just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you
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just one last open-heart conversation
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it's just me and the television to talk
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so let's talk about the things i said
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and let's talk about this rope tied around my neck
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just one last thought wasted on me
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it's just me versus the nicotine
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begging for dark with palms full of sweat
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and i'm begging for an exit
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so bring another lit match to my cigarette cause
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i only scream when the lights go out
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and i'm terrified trying to figure myself out
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so now i'm thinking about that
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one last round in my revolver begging to be shot
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one more broken mirror hung in my house
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i've said bloody mary three times to count
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so now i'm thinking about that
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one last round in my revolver begging to come out
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the thought soaked sheets at the edge of the bed dry out
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the thoughts show me as they're written in red, i doubt...
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i doubted this old home's purity
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i doubted the stares you still gave me
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the thought soaked sheets at the edge of the bed dry out
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so bring another lit match to my cigarette cause
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i only scream when the lights go out
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and i'm terrified trying to figure myself out
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so now i'm thinking about that
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one last round in my revolver begging to be shot
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one more broken mirror hung in my house
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i've said bloody mary three times to count
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so now i'm thinking about that
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one last round in my revolver begging to come out
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Stabbing Tree
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| A Small Victory |
