Cigarette

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-ALephaNt

Cigarette

Getting into the fire ,you can see the shine on your skin.

Lighting it up and stubbing it out,we’re gonna hide in dream.

Needn’t a wheel .

Drive along the road we don’t know,we don’t know.

Toss out all the masquerade.

When you threw up in the backseat ,you laughed,

and we can’t see the end.

Sometimes our souls can’t be redeemed back.

The sunlight’s smothering me ,

so I sneak into the shades.

Sometimes our souls can’t be redeemed back.

The sunlight’s smothering me ,so I sneak into the shades for days.

Getting into the fire ,you can see the shine on your skin.

Lighting it up and stubbing it out,we’re gonna hide in dream.

 
Count it down like Papillon.

Exiled sinners don’t have the clocks.

Count it down like Papillon.

Exiled sinners don’t have the clocks.

Your eyes are so clear in the moonlight,

the sky close to us when we collide.

Your eyes are so clear in the moonlight,

the sky close to us when we collide.

Getting into the fire ,you can see the shine on your skin.

Lighting it up and stubbing it out,we’re gonna hide in dream.