Cigarettes and gasoline
Morning seas they call to me
I'm pulling line
Big blue skies and an open field
My right hand on
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
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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