Habitual Smoker Blues

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Romance is gone, romance is dead,
it killed itself the night you left.
In tongues we talk of lust we lost,
back in her arms,
back in her arms.
I get so wired I cannot sleep,
I get so tired, I get so beat.
Struggle to think when I'm excited,
these emotions created by you,
you pick me up, you drag me down
you're both natural, like plants in the ground
you knock me out without a sound.
You're good for my mind but bad for my body.

If I can't love, then maybe you'll be
a replacement for a missing piece,
a sliver of sun in bad weather,
you are my love and my oppressor.

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from CTZNS, released July 28, 2012
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