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I can smell your cigarettes in my dreams
I filling your pockets with gasoline
Maybe Il catch you in the dark
What a beautiful bonfire we could start
I got a Kawasaki with one flat tire
Gonna fill it with air and ride all night
I thought you could be trusted in my home
What a beautful bonfire of my hopes
I wish I was a little meaner, a little drunker, a man with a gun
I might just let these feelings show
Wouldn you be the lucky one ...
There a train coming I can see
He isn quite as fast as me
I gonna cut across the tracks in time
Another sucker just gets by
Another sucker just gets by
There heroin tracks on the moon
I gonna kill somebody, won be you
I so cold I can even breath
What a beautiful bonfire you made of me
I wish I was a little meaner, a little drunker, a man with a gun
I might just let these feelings show
Wouldn you be the lucky one ...
I can smell your cigarettes in my dreams
I filling your pockets with gasoline
Maybe Il catch you in the dark
What a beautiful bonfire we could start
What a beautiful bonfire we could start