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Silently lie in the grass, On the hill above the lights. Steal a kiss, In between , Each drag on this cigarette. And Let's Take bets on which is more Dangerous.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
You taste like second hand smoke.
Silently lie in the grass, On the hill above the lights. Steal a kiss, In between , Each drag on this cigarette. And Let's Take bets on which is more Dangerous.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
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