Smoke At The Finger Tips

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Ah, Love this burnin in my chest.
And with you I get it best.
Lift my high, until my eyes are red.
You’re the one who does the most.
So I hate when you go ghost.
Lift my high, until I feel I might be dead.
Burnin in my chest.
With you I get it best.
No one else can shot gun me this love.
Can’t walk straight at all.
But we’re both posted on the wall.
This burnin in my chest.
No one else can give it best.
Blow that smoke my way.
You know what they say.
Your high is better with someone who loves…ya.
Blow that smoke my way.
Baby, make my day.
Smoke at the finger tips,
Your presence gives me a lift.

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