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Through the thick haze
As we sit there
Your hands on my waist
My hands on the bowl
Breathing in the smoke
That I'm passing on to you
Laying in bed
Completely taken by this smoke
Under the influence of alcohol and dope
With the crisp air
And the fog rolling in
It's a moment I never wanted to end
Looking at the fog like a blanket covering the city
I look at your eyes
All glossy and shimmering
With a quick movement
Pulling me in
I felt the warmth of your body
And the heat of the sin
The passion it grew
In this thick haze
Feeling your skin up against mine
As your hands they tremble
As they move to places they've never known before
In this cloud of drink and smoke
We lay there engulfed
By these two demons that we've always shared
Laying tenderly
Doing something daring something we would never do
If it wasn't for that alcohol and smoke.
Your hands on my waist
My hands on the bowl
Breathing in the smoke
That I'm passing on to you
Laying in bed
Completely taken by this smoke
Under the influence of alcohol and dope
With the crisp air
And the fog rolling in
It's a moment I never wanted to end
Looking at the fog like a blanket covering the city
I look at your eyes
All glossy and shimmering
With a quick movement
Pulling me in
I felt the warmth of your body
And the heat of the sin
The passion it grew
In this thick haze
Feeling your skin up against mine
As your hands they tremble
As they move to places they've never known before
In this cloud of drink and smoke
We lay there engulfed
By these two demons that we've always shared
Laying tenderly
Doing something daring something we would never do
If it wasn't for that alcohol and smoke.
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