I swear I got from crying...
Where I was born it don't matter,there ain't no going back
i have no home to take you,i never dream like that
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, hell, hell
I don't want you to like me,there's no way that you can
i don't want you to touch me, honey ...i am just so mad
There ain't no kind of feeling,all my coins are flipped out
i'm just living and breathing for what I steal for myself
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell?
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