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Smoke on the water
Your pretty , pretty like a Deep Purple song
I know you hate it when I call you pretty
But when I hear your voice I just want to sing along
You hate it when I call you pretty
But anything else just feels wrong
Like smoke on the water
Like fire in the sky
You make my breathing harder
Your absence ruins my life
We haven't talked in a week
They say Swiss time's running out
I want to fight, want to speak
But instead I just think about
The fact that this has happened before
We've burned down the city , burned down it all
We thought we wouldn't be together anymore
But then we once again started to fall
Fall for eachother
Fall for another
lie, another scheme
Another demolition, it all seems
to be for nothing
Like a waste of time
But then the memories come rushing
back then you go back to being mine
And we can nonger be bothered
About the smoke on the water
or the fire in the sky
You said we'd get out of this , you didn't lie
Copyright ©
Jemma Hattingh
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