he just smoked my eyelids, and punched my cigarette
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he just smoked my eyelids, and punched my cigarette
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
So when you see your neighbor carrying something, help him with his load.
And don't go mistaking paradise for that home across the road.
Sooner or later you make a mistake
I'll put you in a chain that you will never break
Legs and arms and body and bone
I pay in blood, but not my own
I been meek and high like an oak, seen pretty people disappear like smoke