A sip of personality from my cup
Then everybody will utter a giant laugh
Breezing through the smoke
a fiery gaze from those who stalk
I'm not sure if I'm breathing properly
I've lost count of how many cigarettes I gave for free
My visions are becoming flat
And it'll probably stay like that
This web is not my home
and it is certainly not where I belong
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