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Ben Folds - Cigarette - Текст песни

Fred Jones was worn out,
From caring for his often
Screaming and crying wife,
During the day, but...

He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she,
In a stupor from the drugs that didn't ease the pain,
Would set the house ablaze... with a cigarette.
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