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A drop is running
Between my shoulder blades
The smell of old nicotine
Is drifting through the air
The same room
The same decor
Only the notion of time has changed
A month seems two years
Then a month seems two days
I can't wait
There's the moment
When everything goes right
Things are simple
Idleness sets in
Then comes the price to pay
For these carefree days
A crack has introduced this thought
Deep inside
I can't wait
No more euphoria
But no wisdom either
Another era is coming
In between habit
And the crack that turns over
The last cigarette
Before bed, spirals are licking
The wallpaper
"what for?"
Yesterday is already tomorrow
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