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First cold day, and look at me
Well, I'm a total wreck
Bundled up and overheated
You turned me into this mess
I haven't gone blind yet, but I can't see
I just stare into myself now
Look at stupid old me
Spitting out a lucky smoke ring round the moon
Maybe you're coming home soon, but you won't see me, no
Now I'm terrified
Now I've got this sick feeling inside
Perfect end to a perfectly sickening week
With nothing above the horizon
To help me forget about what's below
So I'm spitting out a lucky smoke ring round the moon
Maybe you're coming home soon, but you wont see me, no
So I'm spitting out a lucky smoke ring round the moon
Maybe you're coming home soon, but you wont see me...
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