Marcus Nalgaber Posted October 11, 2019 Share Posted October 11, 2019 That woman wrapped in the smoke of a cigarette in that house where everything happened… Through the smoke through the smoke through the smoke of my cigarette I spy I spy I spy your window sitting on the steps of a closed shop in front your house sitting on the steps of a closed shop in front your house your house, my home your house Your house my home that house where I grew up surrounded by sweet ghosts that house where I dreamed in which I was forgotten abused erased in which I was forgotten abused erased Oh mummy, mummy you was so blind oh mummy, mummy I was so child Oh mummy, mummy you was so blind blind blind blind A tear slide down my face I take it off with a swipe it's not time to cry, no, no, it's not time to cry larara larara larirara Through the smoke through the smoke through the smoke of my cigarette I spy I spy I spy your window Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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