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Lighting up another cigarette,
playing cool while cracking up inside,
saying hi to people's like saying goodbye,
laughing, but wishing to cry.
Gentle change of tides,
upcoming days,
the spirits of a new horizon fall into old dreams.
Standing here howling at the storm,
shouting how life could be perfect.
Well, then the walls have to fall,
to start it again.
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