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The mere smell of cigarette smoke triggers something in my brain I can suddenly feel the kisses you left on my lips And the places you laid your hands upon sting I crave your touch I need it to survive I'm addicted to you.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
Lust Left to Die
The mere smell of cigarette smoke triggers something in my brain I can suddenly feel the kisses you left on my lips And the places you laid your hands upon sting I crave your touch I need it to survive I'm addicted to you.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
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