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The cigarettes, they make me sick but they make me whole. The smoke fills my lungs; fill me with your smoke. You're a craving, i'm itching for a hit. Just half is enough. Just enough to feel it. Make me feel light; make me feel alright. Just let me get my fill.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
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The cigarettes, they make me sick but they make me whole. The smoke fills my lungs; fill me with your smoke. You're a craving, i'm itching for a hit. Just half is enough. Just enough to feel it. Make me feel light; make me feel alright. Just let me get my fill.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
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