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We are the unsuspecting victims of circumstance. And we tried to hold you up when your weakness could barely stand. I tried to accept this funeral as something I could bear. You've gone up in smoke and whiskey, a victim of everything. I look at you now, it's getting hard to breathe. I watch as time rolls right through you and me. From the bottom of my heart, my God I miss you very hopelessly tonight. I'd walk right through these walls for a second with you, a pack of smokes and me tonight From Letras Mania