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BEN FOLDS FIVE

Cigarette

Fred jones was worn down
From caring for his often
Screaming and crying wife
Burning the day but
He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she
In a stupor from the drugs that didn't even
Ease the pain would set the house on blaze
With a cigarette.


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