God willing, creation falls flat on her back
Train house(?) shout out a coded cry for help
My first cigarette was a long goodbye
My first cigarette was a long goodbye

God willing, creation falls flat on her back
Train house(?) shout out a coded cry for help
My first cigarette was a long goodbye
My first cigarette was a long goodbye

Bits of gravel in your skinned up knees
One word of warning
Fine thin spiral down your aching back
That god is warning(?)


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