Distance, I'm not friends with distance
As I'm laying on my bedroom floor thinkin' 'bout our distance (oh)
How could we end up here when you were so close to me?
Now I'm laying on my bedroom floor thinkin' 'bout our distance (ah)
Can't get out, out of this memory
No way out, not for the life of me
If only time could tell me 'bout you
Now you're blown away like the smoke of a cigarette
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Comme le fumée d'une cigarette, mm-mm
Comme le fumée d'une cigarette, mm-mm-mhm
Comme le fumée d'une cigarette (cigarette), mm-mm