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Trapped inside of his head He can never look back at the word that she said Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a task

Trapped inside of his head He can never look back at the word that she said Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a task

Trapped inside of his head He can never look back at the word that she said Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a task