The cigarette
You said would be your last
Well, it just left your hand
But you still seem so sad
We'll fuck it up
Again and again
We never made much sense
Our left brains abstinent
These streets (these streets) were made (were made) for us (for us)
For us and no one else
For me (for me) to get (to get) from my to your house
The wind (the wind) will come (will come) and blow us all around
And I (and I) will leave (will leave) but won't make a sound
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You opened up
And saw yourself in
I'm so glad that you did
Thank fuck that you did
Your friends have gone
And come back again
And you still seem so sad
But you're still talkin' shit
These streets (these streets) were made (were made) for us (for us)
For us and no one else
For me (for me) to get (to get) from my to your house
The wind (the wind) will come (will come) and blow us all around
And I (and I) will leave (will leave) but won't make a sound