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Oct 2013
I hear you've taken up cigarettes
For real this time
Not just for something to do
Or as something to hide from me and my ***** looks
Because we all know that's fun, fooling me,
More of a rush than the smoke itself;
No, I bet it's because
When all else fails,
When you're becoming the flake that you love to hate
When life is nothing like the movies
And you're not living unless you're high
You might as well look the part
Burnouts are still cool,

*Mind if I *** a smoke?
Oh it would be so much easier if I could hate you.
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