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Smoke Away
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*~ My Life, My Poems ~* July 7th, 2004
Smoke the worry away
Find something wrong with today
Dont use your brain
There isnt anything you need to gain
Mess with your mind
Lose things you'll never find
Go to her house one more time
Did you first buy another dime
Smoke some more
Then use her as a whore
She doesnt feel
It isnt real
Smoke your worry away
Find something wrong with today
In her memory is a stain
Because you smoked and didnt use your brain
