Notes
You remind me, of cigarettes,
The way I hold you, in my chest,
The way you kiss me, with your filter breath,
I keep thinking, I'm getting over this.
Once you had me, you don't have me anymore.
You remind me, of cigarettes,
The way I hold you, in my chest,
The way you kiss me, with your filter breath,
I keep thinking, I'm getting over this.
Once you had me, you don't have me anymore.
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