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I, cigarette fingers Puff and poke Puff and poking the smoke Touches the ground
You, your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains Choo choo choo It's a prison of sound
Of sound
She, by my chinny chin chin Eee-oh eee-oh Like a zippo smokes the way Hope, around
You, your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains Choo choo choo It's a prison of sound
A prison of sound
She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin Eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh Like a zippo smokes the way Hope, around
You, your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains Choo choo choo It's a prison of sound
I poke around...
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