smoke

fuel or smoke in the air, lungs hurting, smoking everyday, can't stop, drugs, pill after pill, drink, smoke, pills, smoke in the air, killing people, crying from pain, can't stop doing drugs , always has to hide your murders, smoke in the air.

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