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Struck
Hennessy in her hand
and I see stars,
I see the moon,
the constellations on her skin.
Two packs
of cigarettes later,
she's gone.
A little killer
thunderstorm.
My mistake,
they warned me
about a force like you.
But my,
wish you were mine.
and I see stars,
I see the moon,
the constellations on her skin.
Two packs
of cigarettes later,
she's gone.
A little killer
thunderstorm.
My mistake,
they warned me
about a force like you.
But my,
wish you were mine.
