Cigarette Diary
Yesterday; wintery night
and the moon so white.
Collide my mind
‘causes you’re blind
Today; wind in my hair
tobacco ashes fly through the air.
Time passing by: days, weeks, years…
Now listen, open your ears
because tomorrow; till death do us part
face the future without my heart
A cigarette to forget.
Heaven’s where you’ll be at.
and the moon so white.
Collide my mind
‘causes you’re blind
Today; wind in my hair
tobacco ashes fly through the air.
Time passing by: days, weeks, years…
Now listen, open your ears
because tomorrow; till death do us part
face the future without my heart
A cigarette to forget.
Heaven’s where you’ll be at.
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| Auteur: Cayenne | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 oktober 2008 | ||
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