all along, now, it's smoke The things we've written in it. Never really happened. All the things we've written in it. Never really happened And all of the people come and gone. Never really lived
I love to smoke. I smoke seven thousand packs a day, ok. And I am never * quitting! I don't care how many laws they make. What's the law now? You can only smoke in your apartment, under a
that she owned. She moved faster all on her own. But the freedom had left her, left her drifting like smoke. Left her drifting like smoke. . He'd come on off the road. On his shoulder laid her
Song Smoke - Brian Fallon. And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto, I was. Spending nights at home full throttle, I was. Breakin' your heart. Breakin' my heart, revenge. And I feel just like I
mirror. The answers may sting Oh, and the smoke. In my eyes makes it hard not to cry. Why you gone?. The reason is supposed to make sense. But it don't Give me something to spark the flame. Take away
mirror. The answers may sting Oh, and the smoke. In my eyes makes it hard not to cry. Why you gone?. The reason is supposed to make sense. But it don't Give me something to spark the flame. Take away
, going on free and wild. She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke. Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying. Me and my buddies and the guitar