Breathe your smoke into my lungs.
In the back of the car with you I stare into the sun.
Still not too old to die young.
The lovers hold on to everything
And lovers hold on to anything.
In the back of the car with you I stare into the sun.
Still not too old to die young.
The lovers hold on to everything
And lovers hold on to anything.
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