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Cigarette man |
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Filthy, my streetwise friend |
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Yellow-stained fingers, barefoot until the end |
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He will wander when he's able |
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A dusty mind, and rusty memories of his night |
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A stranger who would lend a match could set his face alight |
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And he will wander when he's able |
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He will wander when he's able |
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Tied down underneath the firmament |
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We'll all wander when we're able |
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Scenes unfold and they rewrite themselves |
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Cast of characters, they will never tell |
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They will never tell |
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How they made their way |
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He swipes at his memories like flies, they swarm round his head in the blistering sun |
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There's a hole in the sky like a gunshot wound and how the heavens will boil our blood |
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He will wander when he's able |
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Cigarette man the doctor has no remedy |
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But you have escaped, you've been blessed with this malady |
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And he will wander when he's able |
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We'll all wander when we're able |
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Tied down underneath the firmament |
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Aimless, we'll descend from heaven |
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Nine days down to earth and nine again to hell |
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Cast of characters, they will never tell |
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They will never tell |
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How they made their way |
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Tied down underneath the firmament |
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We'll all wander when we're able |
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Scenes unfold and they rewrite themselves |
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Cast of characters, they will never tell |
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They will never tell |
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How they made their way |
