Everything that I love turns to smoke.
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It billows out from nothing
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Laughing at my cries
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Holding the charred remains of the last dirty joke
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As if they know how it died
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Everyone I that I’ve loved has turned to smoke
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They come in single file and exit two by two
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As if they knew what was to come
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That I’m happier in the rain than the sun
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And now every day that has come has turned to smoke
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Still I hesitate to ask the great above what I have done
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As it crashes through my system
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Creation laughs at one
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With nothing but
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All there ever was.
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Smoke
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| Sarah Fimm |
