the room

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Cigarette packets causing a racket

In my brain i must be insane

Not a fighter still require a lighter

Clinging on to my ball and chain
all efforts to run are in vain
My lungs are fucked
aye who's to blame?

The smell lingers on my clothes
so everyone knows
here's the freak show

It must be fun
to laugh and run
cancer sticks to my mouth and lungs
guess you can say i'm fucked and dumb

smokes are like my tempting gun