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Your tobacco-stained shirt, your nicotine lips
Oh, I know it's gonna hurt when your libertine hips
open my eyes, open my eyes
We've been out a hundred times, it's hit and miss
but your saccharine words can get me through this
that face can't lie, I've split your sides
We've been drinking in the dark and I'm remiss
You've been looking for that spark but it's amiss
You've got some guy in your mind's eye
Haven't heard from you in days, the fall from bliss
As you throw me ever deeper into the abyss
Now clarify, just where am I?
So run with me for company
we are escapists in the flesh
Come with me, comfort me
leave this wretched town for dead
Run with me for company
but these legs are made of lead
Come with me to comfort me
I keep forgetting to breathe
Your tobacco-stained shirt, your nicotine lips
Oh, I know it's gonna hurt when your libertine hips
Open my eyes, open my eyes
Didn't even need to give you the once over
Now I just can't fucking watch as they pull over
Cover my eyes, cover my eyes
So run with me for company
we are escapists in the flesh
Come with me, comfort me
leave this wretched town for dead
Run with me for company
but these legs are made of lead
Come with me to comfort me
I keep forgetting to breathe
I keep forgetting to sleep
Seems a little quiet over here
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