
A,
"It's like a long drag taken, before the smoke hits the white sky (like the birds at night). And it's fake just like the movies.
Maybe I'm a star (stumbling drunk light). My mistakes I've made won't leave me alone.
And if you don't find me on the front page (you and I got lost along the way), find a way to say that you saw me (but this will end some day some way). And if you don't find me at all, then I won't care.
You're a payphone away from the mess that I've become, I'm destroying what I love."
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