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Smoke Me
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Two Hold me on the phone
And I'm always waiting for your call
You cut across with that tone
Don't make me faulter
You'll stay on the other end and reasure me
The moon rises and
I hope this isn't just pretend
You're acting like you care
And your eyes were bright under the stars
They withheld this future
It was so clear and far apart from this moment
Race race race through my head
My thoughts are open to you
Open targets
And how could you know I was crying
Your meloncholy tone hypnotizes me
I ain't buying this
Don't make me faulter
The treeeeees know our secrets
As we stood and met
Again and again and again
