Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cigarette”
- Fred jones was worn down From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife Burning the day but He couldnt sleep at night for fear that she In a stupor from the drugs that didnt even Ease the pain would set the house on blaze With a cigarette.
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