Cigarettes Lyrics
| Song | Cigarettes |
| Artist | Sick of Sarah |
| Album | 2205 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Taste this breath, | |
| It vaguely reeks of cigarettes. | |
| And in my place, | |
| A memory you won’t forget. | |
| Drink this wine, | |
| My favorite flavor cyanide. | |
| And truth be told, | |
| My heart is warm, my fingers cold. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Followed by pride and confident. | |
| You pinch me now, | |
| ‘Cause I don’t know if I’m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we could make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| It’s crystal clear, | |
| My reflection through chandeliers. | |
| And this I sense: | |
| I lack much more than innocence. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Swallowed by pride, now cough it up. | |
| You pinch me now | |
| ‘Cause I don’t know if I’m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| Lala-lala-lala-lalala | |
| Taste this breath, | |
| It vaguely reeks of cigarettes. | |
| And in my place, | |
| A memory you won’t forget. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Fallen of pride, now cough it up. | |
| You pinch me now | |
| ‘Cause I don’t know if I’m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| Lala-lala-lala-lalala | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| Lala-lala-lala-lalala | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Lala-lala-lala-lalala | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. |
| Taste this breath, | |
| It vaguely reeks of cigarettes. | |
| And in my place, | |
| A memory you won' t forget. | |
| Drink this wine, | |
| My favorite flavor cyanide. | |
| And truth be told, | |
| My heart is warm, my fingers cold. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Followed by pride and confident. | |
| You pinch me now, | |
| ' Cause I don' t know if I' m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we could make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| It' s crystal clear, | |
| My reflection through chandeliers. | |
| And this I sense: | |
| I lack much more than innocence. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Swallowed by pride, now cough it up. | |
| You pinch me now | |
| ' Cause I don' t know if I' m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| Taste this breath, | |
| It vaguely reeks of cigarettes. | |
| And in my place, | |
| A memory you won' t forget. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Fallen of pride, now cough it up. | |
| You pinch me now | |
| ' Cause I don' t know if I' m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. |
| Taste this breath, | |
| It vaguely reeks of cigarettes. | |
| And in my place, | |
| A memory you won' t forget. | |
| Drink this wine, | |
| My favorite flavor cyanide. | |
| And truth be told, | |
| My heart is warm, my fingers cold. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Followed by pride and confident. | |
| You pinch me now, | |
| ' Cause I don' t know if I' m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we could make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| It' s crystal clear, | |
| My reflection through chandeliers. | |
| And this I sense: | |
| I lack much more than innocence. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Swallowed by pride, now cough it up. | |
| You pinch me now | |
| ' Cause I don' t know if I' m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| Taste this breath, | |
| It vaguely reeks of cigarettes. | |
| And in my place, | |
| A memory you won' t forget. | |
| And the hardest part is waking up, | |
| Fallen of pride, now cough it up. | |
| You pinch me now | |
| ' Cause I don' t know if I' m real and | |
| I might run home and kill all my friends. | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| You know I held it from the start. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| I thought that we can make it better. | |
| Lalalalalalalalala | |
| Now help me heal this broken heart. | |
| Help me, heal me. |
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