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Smokes i'm on

In the depts of the lies
I don't want to find it now
Because you know it too
It would have changed it all

Play with everyone, me
Thought would be new
This was different
This was scary, to be

If that was a no
Somewhere you hid it in you
Stop why did you
Said why would you

I turn around
Not by my choice
It was all you
Played me, played you

Smoke is where there is
Fire in my heart
Breath lost in space between
Living for the both of us

That's us
You and me
Sparks, Fire and Smokes
In a second and its all gone

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