Cigarette smoke, it fills my lungs
Only 13, we were strung
and as the days pass, we lost grasp
going down the river, not worried bout our livers
(growing old)
Intoxication, not worried about location
we need more filtration
I'm tired of losing admiration
So gather near the concrete
Excuse direction I'm a dead beat
Does it make you feel complete
I'm growing old, on high street
When i was a child
My dreams were wild
Now I'm all alone, in this cold world and it's
Cigarette smoke, it fills my lungs
Only 13, we were strung
and as the days pass, we lost grasp
going down the river, not worried bout our livers
(growing old)
Intoxication, not worried about location
we need more filtration
I'm tired of losing admiration
So gather near the concrete
Excuse direction I'm a dead beat
Does it make you feel complete
I'm growing old, on high street

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