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maybe its the wine or the smoke in the air

but your voice feels like the cigarette in my hand

sometimes i dont realize its still there anymore

am i just dizzy with all the lights that passes by

or is it the strings in your hand that makes you sing like you do

why do you feel so silent and pure

why do you feel so hurt and insecure

was it the crowd that appeased you or the shy touches of my hand

is it what bleeds you - what sends you falling down

would this be a beginning or could it be a run around

the glasses were empty and the warmth moved and showed 

blushes of red stayed though the you never could