Cigarettes and gasoline
Morning seas they call to me
I'm pulling line
Oh my dear
What a race we have run
Oh my sweet
What
You'd never admit, you played a part
In ripping us both
Maybe I'm a joker
Maybe I'm a fool in your eyes
Maybe
How I love to be the chain
How I love to
She's a wild one
But she has her reasons
She can take
Cigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to meI'm pulling line
You got your piecesAnd you got your pawnsYou got devastation
From a friend to a stranger, how's your life in
Oh my dear, what a race that we have runOh
How long can we wait hereTo say goodbye? The words
How did I become responsibleWithout ever taking respnsibilityHow did we
Pictures of your vanityAre thrown about the house in which
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