An inch of cigar
Burns stingily
In the glass fish bowl
Ash face after face
Scries my crying story
Two tea bags
Bobbing like eyes
Drowning, pleading
My cup of tea
I wasn’t born to be afraid
Both feet flat
Rain on me rain.
Burns stingily
In the glass fish bowl
Ash face after face
Scries my crying story
Two tea bags
Bobbing like eyes
Drowning, pleading
My cup of tea
I wasn’t born to be afraid
Both feet flat
Rain on me rain.
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