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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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It touches the ground |
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You and your lungs and your wrist |
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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 a 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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Poke around |
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You and your lungs and your wrist |
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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 |
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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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Poke around |
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You and your lungs and your wrists |
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They throb like trains |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Poke around |
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I poke around |
