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Cigarettes out the Window

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My love Wilbur used to always smoke, cigarettes when he couldn’t sleep. He’d disappear for an hour and a half. And when he’d come back, he’d brush his teeth.

But I could still smell it on his raggedy coat, and I could still taste it on his lips when we kissed.

Poor Wilbur would always quit, but he never trally quit, he’d just say he did.

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)

My love Wilbur used to always smoke, cigarettes when he couldn’t sleep.

Poor little Wilbur, he wishes it was dark. But it’s never really dark in London.

Light from the buildings always shone, but it changed from time when he went away.

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)

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"You'll find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer."

“Rather melodramatic, aren’t you?”

"You'll find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer."

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

"You'll find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer."

“I always smoke at the theatre.”

"You'll find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer."

“It somehow… enhances the performance.”

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