nicotine, more than an hour
i get clean, blood comes sour when you throw down
good eye clouded, cause you missed me
it's been years, adding up hours
none too clear, superpower takes me so down, so down, so down
think i'm drowning, could you kiss me?
it shall be right
i swear, but i lie
if you can see right through the spaces in goodbye
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