She’s a singer I’m a smoker
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Dragging up all my extra store
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She was singing I was smoking
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Saving butts all I can afford
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I’m just a smoking up what I got heavy into
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Dragged it up coughed it up
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Sat up wondering where you gone to
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All for your return I drank what wouldn’t burn
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And called your name but you never came
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I’m just sitting up its late
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It’s getting rough
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It’s two o’clock black and white
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Ceilings got no good advice
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All for your return I drank what wouldn’t burn
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And called your name but you never came
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Smokers
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| Old 97's |
