Track 3633/2Them Things

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Fingers still burn from that last cigarette Childhood homes and lanky regrets You hold on just a little too long And I hate you on the talk But I sell on smoke, but I still cough We've all got something we're holding on Oh, whoa, oh Them things'll kill you, them things'll kill you Oh, whoa, oh I've been huffin' and puffin', blowin' smoke all over town Meanwhile, secretly stuffing you under my pillow Keeping you around And if I'm ever gonna breathe easy again I'ma have to let you go Contentment, it's a hard thing to lose I was satisfied 'til I met you It's so hard faking a smile And I hate you on the talk But I sell on smoke, but I still cough We've all got something we're holding on Oh, whoa, oh Them things'll kill you, them things'll kill you Oh, whoa, oh I've been huffin' and puffin', blowin' smoke all over town Meanwhile, secretly stuffing you under my pillow Keeping you around If I'm ever gonna breathe easy again I'ma have to let you, I'ma have to let you go How come we don't talk, but you're still so loud? How come I still see your face in the crowd? How come, how would you go when you come right back? I guess that's what love is I guess that's what love is