Cigarette - Lyrics by Ben Folds Five


Lyrics
Fred Jones was worn down
from caring for his often
screaming and crying wife
burning the day but

He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she

In a stooper from the drugs that didn't even
ease the pain would set the house on blaze
with a cigarette.
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