‘You're second hand smoke
You're second hand smoke
I breathe you in, but honey I don't know
What you're doing to me
Mon Cheri, but the truth catches up with us eventually
Tryna say live, live and let live
But I'm no good at lip service,
Except when they're yours, mi amour
I'm coming for you, and I'm making war
I still love the way you hurt me,
It's irresistible.’
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‘i wanna kill the lights’
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