Smokey taboo

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They call her smokey taboo. I got your name tatooed. High like a helium balloon Midnight to noon. I'm a desert child. And mountains make me nauseous. I like to look up wild At an infinite sky, Twinkling with diamonds It's true.

I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms, Undressed. With nothing to flaunt but my lonelyness. Thinking of the night song of your head Premature as evening falls across to me
Interrupted by the sirens in the streets :X

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