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Smokey Revolution
Keep my head above the smoke
Or you will drag me down
I could live another day
but I think you'd rather watch me drown.
And so I take another drag from m cigarette.
I understand they'll leave me nowhere but dead.
You threaten to leave, but I haven't quit yet.
You know I would, if i could breathe you in instead.
Then again this plot will twist around and round.
A revolution is sure to begin.
A lit cigarette between my lips, makes more than just a sound.
No resolution lies within.
No resolution lies within.
And so I take another drag from m cigarette.
I understand they'll leave me nowhere but dead.
You threaten to leave, but I haven't quit yet.
You know I would, if i could breathe you in instead.
You take my breath away,
pluck my heart strings-your instrument to play.
Will you accompany me?
down the road of broken hopes and ill-shattered dreams?
These are things that I've never said.
These are things never left from my head.
You say I should quit but the only problem is,
I'd wanna breathe you in, instead.
And so I take another drag from m cigarette.
I understand they'll leave me nowhere but dead.
You threaten to leave, but I haven't quit yet.
You know I would, if i could breathe you in instead.
I hear your voice loud and clear
And it's bringing me down.
I close myself off, I'd rather not hear.
Like I said, You're ready to see me drown.
In a cloud of smoke from my cigarette,
my last, my final drag.
I quit you and my smokey revolution.
I've thrown up my white flag.
Never breathing you in instead.
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