But my lungs,
I don't think they can handle it
So, tonight like every troubled night
As I close my eyes, I smoke my cigarette until I heal myself,
or until I enter my realm of subconsciousness, dreaming, maybe with a bit of luck,
clues to solve my problem
-DB
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