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Nicotine Lips

de The Flatliners

Hey, quit trying to fan the flames
Let the embers settle in
Cause nothing gold can stay
But you can always spray paint it again

Forever hide the shame of your stifled creativity
Smoke your life down to the filter
Til you're coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope

Say it now or hold your peace
Feel it bounce around your brain
What makes the suffering sweet
Is the insurmountable pain

Dried up and obsolete
Your ugly pride can't exactly abstain
Smoke your life down to the filter
'Til you're coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope

Now drop the anchor through
The floorboards of your boat
And let the crashing waves
Fill your lungs 'til you choke, you choke, you choke

Coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope
Now drop the anchor through
The floorboards of your boat
And let the crashing waves
Fill your lungs 'til you choke, you choke, you choke

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