Cigarette Machine

Fred Eaglesmith

GStumbling past your house baby Dat the break of day
I Amthought I saw your silhouette Cdancing cross the shade
GAnd I went down to the mission, I Dcalled and called your name
Till an Amangel with a face like yours came Cdown and let me in

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Thought I Gsaw your reflection in a Dcigarette machine
In a Ambottle in the gutter In a Cwindow on the street
In a Gstorefront in a picture on an Dold broken TV
I Amswear it was you Cstaring back at me

GI heard soldier's voices Dby the city gate
There were Amjunkies lying on the ground, they Cmade me look away
I Gspilled you in a mirror, I Dchopped you into lines
AmOver some old kitchen sing, I Cswore I'd let you die

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Old Gradios and broken mirrors, Ddog-eared things I read
AmWorn out movie stars in Cfaded limousines
I Gstumble through my own charades, Dcoffee cups and clowns
I Amcan't keep up with parades, I Ckeep falling down

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