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The Bic by the Bill
Smoke still lingers in the chamber
with a heavy laden heave I release
a half cones worth of smoke
no matter how hard I try
I toke and toke
and toke
but
still that bong smoke
I choke, I choke, I choke
memories of a prouder time
where I smoked, I smoked, I smoked
still clinging to me after all this time
I chose, I chose, I chose.
with a heavy laden heave I release
a half cones worth of smoke
no matter how hard I try
I toke and toke
and toke
but
still that bong smoke
I choke, I choke, I choke
memories of a prouder time
where I smoked, I smoked, I smoked
still clinging to me after all this time
I chose, I chose, I chose.
Published 19th Jul 2015
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