Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Nicotine Fingers
Hushing up flowers of their own as stones.
Love's made you fight and you'll drown like a rock.
So we sing for the miners, they'll never come back.
Cause the day ends too soon.
Oh, the day ends too soon.
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