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Second Hand Smoke - William Fitzsimmons
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Second Hand Smoke William Fitzsimmons

Second Hand Smoke - William Fitzsimmons
White lines
White sky
Light through a sliding glass door, I
Woke up; washed off the second hand smoke
The second hand smoke
Time did what time does;
Burned all the days and years and I
Woke up; washed off the second hand smoke
The second hand smoke
And where did we go so wrong?
I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder
And where do we go from here?
I'll be hoping that somebody will break my cover
Changed plans, washed hands
How do I turn back time
Lay down, breathe in the second hand smoke
The second hand smoke
These lines which bind;
Youll never wash me of it now
Float on somewhere in second hand smoke
In second hand smoke -- I know
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