I watch the sun come out, and I go for a smoke.<br/>
and I’m here picking at my nail-polish, picking at my memories.<br/>
I take another drag and taste the filter, time to stamp it out.
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I watch the sun come out, and I go for a smoke.<br/>
and I’m here picking at my nail-polish, picking at my memories.<br/>
I take another drag and taste the filter, time to stamp it out.