Her sweet cigarette flavour
Her fresh smell of heaven
Hurts my thoughts under a blinding sun
Her sweet cigarette flavour
Her fresh smell of colour
Hot air to whisper my deepest breathe
Her sweet cigarette flavour
Her fresh touch of heaven
And all these sweet flavour cigarettes
I'm not so close to whisper to whisper
I wish I found peace of mind
Under hot sand
And then I slide, slide, slide
Let me be, let me breath.
Her sweet cigarette flavour
Her fresh sound of spring
Through the courtyard of my 5 senses
Here comes that special flavour
Here comes my wildest desires
And hurts my tiredness
With her sweet cigarette taste
Her sweet cigarette flavour
Her fresh wild appearance
Hurts my thoughts under the blinding sun
She's not so close to whisper to whisper
I wish I found peace of mind
Under hot sand
And sweet flavour cigarettes
I can't lose myself
Myself
In those
Stupid

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