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I, cigarette fingers |
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puff and poke |
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puff and poking the smoke |
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touches the ground |
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you, your lungs and your wrists |
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they throb like trains |
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choo choo choo |
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it's a prison of sound |
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of sound |
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she, by my chinny chin chin |
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eee-oh eee-oh |
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like a zippo smokes the way |
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hope, around |
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you, your lungs and your wrists |
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they throb like trains |
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choo choo choo |
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it's a prison of sound |
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a prison of sound |
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she, by the hair of my chinny chin chin |
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eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh |
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like a zippo smokes the way |
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hope, around |
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you, your lungs and your wrists |
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they throb like trains |
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choo choo choo |
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it's a prison of sound |
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I poke around... |