You smell like smoke
It was cruel and true
A club in her hand
I was wrecked, disjointed
It was cruel and true
There was aftermath
I was wrecked, disjointed
I’m sure I do
There was aftermath
I decided to stay
I’m sure I do
To stand in the burning
I decided to stay
A club in her hand
To stand in the burning
I smell like smoke
You're so welcome!



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