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Aug 2014
You're right on time
But I'd talk better with a mime
Smoke your cigarette and cough away the years
Yours are the driest tears
Please come from those on their knees
Smoke your cigarettes and shoot the breeze

Look at the world like a decaying work of art
You keep your feelings bottled up thinking that others will just corrupt you
All warped up in diamond cloth
Ready for whatever
Fight against a disembodied enemy

Smoke your cigarette and remind yourself your better than us all
It's ok we are about to fall
Tyler Cobain
Written by
Tyler Cobain  Ireland
   Rapunzoll and Erenn
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