Half a bottle in
Starting to forget
How your image looks
In the garden where we sin
Hoping you walk in
In a minute
And the voices in my head
Are coming from the bench
In your living room
Guess you wanted this to end
Fought until I bled
Had to stitch it up
You’re on my mind more than I
Want you to
Just pick a side
I won’t mind
What you choose
Oooo
Am I in hell
You’re taking all my minutes
I need a little to myself
Am I wrong
To want more than i have
Hope I remember
Nights in December
She was the apple to my еye
The cherry to my pie
Had the sweetest touch
How’d the hell you get me high
With just a single look
Give me your pain
Hand me your past
Don’t want your cigarettes or cash
Hope you remember
Nights in December
Oooo
Am I in hell
You’re taking all my minutes
I need a little to myself
Oh am I wrong
To want more than i have
Hope you remember
Nights in December
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Nicolina Lyrics – Cigarettes & Cash