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Maybe You were a mistake Made of cigarette smoke and smiles. But then I knew I was lost When I first saw you Shrouded in shadows and neon lights. You tasted like my cigarettes. Maybe. You were a mistake. Made of sharp alcohol and warmth. And I knew I was lost When you touched me And you put your lips to mine. You tasted like whiskey. Maybe You were a mistake. But a mistake I'd make over And over again. So your lips won't leave mine And your arms won't leave me cold. You tasted Like you were mine.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
17 January 2016
Maybe You were a mistake Made of cigarette smoke and smiles. But then I knew I was lost When I first saw you Shrouded in shadows and neon lights. You tasted like my cigarettes. Maybe. You were a mistake. Made of sharp alcohol and warmth. And I knew I was lost When you touched me And you put your lips to mine. You tasted like whiskey. Maybe You were a mistake. But a mistake I'd make over And over again. So your lips won't leave mine And your arms won't leave me cold. You tasted Like you were mine.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
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