Jul 2014
I shoot up with the thoughts of you
I smoke to your embrace
You are a drug
My addiction
You are the thing I need
You keep giving me signs
And I hope that you'll stay
But I know you never will
I smoke to your embrace
You are a drug
My addiction
You are the thing I need
You keep giving me signs
And I hope that you'll stay
But I know you never will
(Monterey)
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