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Cigarette without end - the weight of my loneliness -
it's like a woman coming in tired off the streets
she lets loose her laugh and sits down beside me
she stands the next round and hits me on the shoulder

In a glass with a burning fuse
I am seeing your eyes and crying silently
and my mind, which is muddled again,
is whirls round the noose of your songs

Cigarette without end - the weight of my loneliness -
it's like a woman coming in tired off the streets
she lets loose her laugh and sits down beside me
she stands the next round and hits me on the shoulder


Lyrics: George Athanasopoulos
Music: Socrates Malamas
First performance: Socrates Malamas

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