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I, cigarette fingers puff and poke puff and poking the smoke touches the ground You, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo it's a prison of sound of sound She, by my chinny chin chin [buying chilly chin-chin?] Eee-oh Eee-oh Like a zippo smokes the way hope, around You, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo It's a prison of sound Letras de canciones a prison of sound She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh Like a zippo smokes the way hope, around You, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo it's a prison of sound I poke around... From Letras Mania