I remember what it used to be like
On nights like this.
When the alcohol flowed freely
And you twirled a cigarette in your fingers
While he twirled my hair in his.
I remember what it used to be like
On nights like this.
When the alcohol flowed freely
And you twirled a cigarette in your fingers
While he twirled my hair in his.
no one ever grows up
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