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Chain Smoker

Chain Smoker

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The air around me is so dirty

I could only feel the dust

The air makes my clothes untidy

My style has turned to rust


Baby, I am a chain smoker

Filling up my lungs with smoke

But you are a new kind of drug

You're trying to drag me to love

And your addiction,

Gives me such a pleasure to me

That I try hard to make a run

And you have to give me help


The room was silently busy

I was on with my bottles and glass

Your presence made the room hazy

That I end up making a clash


Lady, you are kind of a drop

That only satisfies my thirst

I cannot let you go so easy

I would definitely stop

Throw a party and call you

Just to spend a while with yourself


Baby, I am a chain smoker

Filling up my lungs with smoke

But you are a new kind drug

You're trying to drag me to love

And your addiction,

Gives me such a pleasure to me

That I try hard to make a run

And you have to give me help


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