Cigarettes and Lies My life's been delt a bad hand of cards, I drive a hunk of junk, salvaged from the yards. I'm pool room handy, can't be no parlor toy I wasn't my mama's sweet bundle of joy. The things I know are just cigarettes and lies. I'm just warn out bo-bos and a dead man's eyes. I stagger straight street and work a late night shift. So…
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