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We were so so close But she left me with the smell of cigarettes on my clothes It's just me in the mirror I still see your silhouette on the bathroom floor I got demos that sound like you're still here I put 'em on when I miss you, is that weird? She played all the tricks in the book She not as nice as she looks Think she the Devil in a dress And I'm down on my luck And I'm still fucked up, I don't know if I'm okay Now I'm stuck with the birds and the butterflies and planes Now it's fuck what you heard she keep talking to these lames I still smell the cigarettes on your breath in the rain We were so so close But she left me with the smell of cigarettes on my clothes It's just me in the mirror I still see your silhouette on the bathroom floor I got demos that sound like you're still here I put 'em on when I miss you, is that weird? From Letras Mania