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@migu music@

We are sitting here, looking at smoke rings

As she thinks a lot, a little bit of truth seeps in

And the sound of it seems to annoy her

And so she wanders off alone and wonders where will she go

But I wonder where has she been

Now she breaks my train of thought without a warning

She is telling me about the people that she knows

As she looks into my eyes, I see the future

And now she says that I may stay

But I think that I better go