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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... |
