Meandering, Searching for Home or a Cigarette
When I’m with you I feel so alone,
and life rolls on like a jagged stone,
once again its time to walk a few miles,
remember the pleasant smell of her cigarette?
She bewilders me in essence and styles,
but her scent I can not forget,
i aimlessly roam,
and life rolls on like a jagged stone,
once again its time to walk a few miles,
remember the pleasant smell of her cigarette?
She bewilders me in essence and styles,
but her scent I can not forget,
i aimlessly roam,
because there is no such thing as home.
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