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    Staring at a cigarette
    Burns until there's nothing left
    See your eyes are flaming red
    Pictures from when I was dead
    Here I am a stupid man
    Cast away the things I love
    Tears are falling to the floor, to join a hundred thousand more
    How was I supposed to know that when I'd turn around you'd go
    How was I supposed to know
    How was I to know that I'd be wrong

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    In your hand a cigarette
    Burns until there's nothing left
    Saw your eyes they're flaming red
    Begin to roll you roll your head
    Here I am a stupid man lost the only thing I love
    Here the tears are falling down
    Hear the water running on the ground
    How was I supposed to know I'd turn around you'd go
    How was I supposed to know
    How was I to know that I'd be wrong
    How was I to know that I'd be wrong
    How was I to know that I'd be wrong

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    Composition: Anton Newcombe and Matthew Hollywood

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