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Couldn't wait around just to share a smoke. |
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Burned it down to the filter till it burned my throat. |
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Made me start to think of what I ought to know, |
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So I put out the fire and I wrote you a note, |
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Said I just smoked the last, from that old pack of Shanghai cigarettes |
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Left it all in the past so there's nothing left. |
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Go on, say hello, but I hope you know: |
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This will never be right, and I will never let go. |
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Remember the day the whole thing started? |
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And the little gold box in the glove compartment. |
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I think I told you so,it was always waiting |
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To be opened at the first sign of breaking |
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And I just smoked the last, from that old pack of Shanghai cigarettes. |
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Left it all in the past and there's nothing left. |
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Go on and say hello, but I hope you know |
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This will never be right, and I will never let go. |
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Here we go again, with the long goodbye |
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Cause you left the smoke get in your eyes |
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Trying to make you quit, will make you wish you didn't start |
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When the box is as empty as the hole in your heart, |
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Cause you'e just smoked the last. |
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Left it all in the past and there's nothing left. |
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Go on and say hello, but I hope you know |
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This will never be right, and I will never let go. |
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This will never be right, and I will never let go. |
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This will never be right, I won't let you go. |
