A querky sing along at dancy sweaty midnight gigs.
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A little drinky here and there, get to know a pretty girl at a party, you fall in love, share smokes, she leaves and ends up dead the next day. The little dance ruined everything - have a smoke.
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I wear my solemn boots for Johnny’s party that I don’t want to go to, kiss Sheila’s skull as Sysiphos walks up the hill with no destination.
But I admire the fascination you acquire.
She left me in trance, Johnny’s party just a dance. She left me in tremble, without a hand to hold on to.
But I admire the fascination you acquire.
She said if she could be anything she would turn into a cigarette. When I asked why, she said to kill me, to kill me on her own.
The next day the papers said the girl had died in the gutters of her mothers oh green sky. I was shocked and I was spent, no room to hide, no room to sing, no room dance.
But I admired the fascination she acquired.
She said if she could be anything she would turn into a cigarette. When I asked why, she said to kill me, to kill me on her own.
She said if she could be anything she would turn into a cigarette. Now I smoke her cigarettes down to the bone.
She said if she could be anything she would turn into a cigarette - dead cigarette - when I asked why, she said to kill me, but now she’s dead on her own.
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