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By Jon Date: 2003 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.07.14.23.823]] |
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Light the cigarette, try to write some lines. There we go, that's the high. Think about you, about your achingly beautiful smile. Take a puff, let you take me over. There we go, that's the high. Drop the ashes, let go of the pain, let you in, fill me up inside. Hearing your voice, inspires another line. I want you right now, feel your thighs, make heaven sigh. There we go that's the high. Light the cigarette. |