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my hands
they smell like smoke
like i've been holding a cigarette
but i don't smoke
i wonder where i've been
i look at her
maybe she's perfect
maybe she's nothing
and i tell myself not to care
and part of me doesn't
it's a mix
of miracle
and marlboro lights
and sometimes i just wish i had a place for my hands to go
fade into you
strange you never knew
i like it a lot, and stop beating yourself up over nothing... we'll talk