Lyrics:
It's just my Japanese cigarette case
Bring a mirror to my face
Let all my memories be gone
Bring me my Japanese cigarette case
Bring a mirror to my
touch her that's a natural fact
'cause she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's
so
Dull And cold
So you grew old
But your girly tears
Was to heavy to bear
Hiding yourself on a shelf
In a cigarette case
With ashes from
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
There's a tiny cigarette case
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
There's
with you
Coffee I got in my kitchen
And my cigarette case is fool
Music and drinks
I could always get
But what good would it do when
I\'m still missing
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
There's a tiny cigarette case
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
There's
cigarette case
Think about your own psycho-case
In your highway as a holy-place
And in your wife's fucking pays
Twenty first century, social control
Family
there anymore
And the sun is low
Long to be
With the ashes resting in a cigarette case in your pocket in your jeans
And I can't do a whole lot about
outside to clear her mind
Takes the cigarette case out one last time
So finish off your beer
Have another smoke
You can have them here
Or with some other
the cigarette case. I can only crush it
Afraid of being hurt, so draw it back quickly
Stay cold. I mix blood and alcohol
I don't want to explain any
get enough in
I just want you
Swaying your body
Your heart and your moves
Might be my favorite hobby
My cigarette case
I smoke in the moment
A memory
a powdery face and a cigarette case,
I admire her fire with warming embrace
Indescribable face, but suffice it to say that I stick to the chase
Locking eyes,
only a hit from my cigarette case
I guess another could easily stand in my place
cin't nothing left for us here anyway
We can pretend this isn't fake
search my rumpled ghost clothes and come up with my antique silver cigarette case
I guess cause it's silver, werewolves and shit
And what do you know,
room turn into confessions
Bout late night crafting and much needed lessons
Sleepy eyes glitter, not a sitter, but I’ll fit her
Into my cigarette case
Go on, go on, get up, I'm your pretty little head trip
I'm burning cigarette stains into my vanity case
Plastered with bourbon and lace, oh, oh
darling with a long shot glass
Simply fine woman loves a ten penny flask
Cigarette case and a pin up smile
Hitch in her walk and a funk in her style
She’s
no more sess highs, strictly chronic and thai
Rolled in place in a gold cigarette case
Liquorice papers for sweeter taste, my pockets was laced
with
Watchmen w/ their eyes closed, ransom and a scripture by the picture of your face
Messages the rhymes chose, blueprint for contrition in a cigarette
no more sess highs, strictly chronic and thai
Rolled in place in a gold cigarette case
Liquorice papers for sweeter taste, my pockets was laced
with
A faded picture
Empty cigarette case
It's on the night stand
That reveals my place
Empty bottle
Relays my thoughts
It's for the cheap seats
keep
Oh roses and cigarettes
Pillow case that remembers you
the scent of you still lingers on my fingertips
Till I think I might go insane
When will I
behind a glass case
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
Put away your cigarettes
And your high class attitude
Turn emotion
when they get a surprise
Called it off and said their goodbyes
Home for coffee and cigarettes
Two cases packed but no regrets
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