And now I feel like you're the reason why I'm thinking. I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more. I guess that's what i get for wishful thinking, should've never let you enter my door. Next time you wanna go on and leave, I should just let you go on and do it. 'Cause now I'm using like I bleed. It's like I checked in to rehab and baby, you're my disease.


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