Dirty cheap.
Some gritty dust, occasional cigar.
Light fire, Fairy tale ending. Every time
Take us on a walk and talk.
Hold my hand.
Grab my face.
Take advantage of this now,
won't be the same tomorrow
won't like you,
oh won't you like me tonight?
Dogs howlin
wrist grabbin
and i'm gonna start cryin
last cigarette,
last chance...
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