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I can feel the smoke Flowing through my nostrils and I want to cryKnowning that it's you againYou know I care about youWhy is it always the clever ones?And people say I look so much like youSometimes I even act and talk like youI've seen itBut when I see you like thisI never want to be like you ever againAnd I can still feel the smokewhich makes you so happy and makes me so sad
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