Tell me what remedies you have for this soul
There are so many things the sky shouldn't know
But with a bird's eye view
Things aren't so blue
They're green
Show me where the trees swing in this freezing cold
Or when the sea brings those memories to the evening shore
And when it's time to rest
You gave your best
Sweet nicotine.
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