(Hey!)
I’m the uncrowned king of the cigarette machine
(Hey!)
(Don’t write that down)
(Don’t write that down)
(Don’t write that down)
(Don’t write that down)
Well it’s 5 o’clock, 4 o’clock, 3 o’clock, 2
And I’m so fixed up, I don’t know what to do
This door’s closed, (?) to me
Hang my own negative me
Old town squares up against the blue
Separate now
Instant heat and a sense of you
Separate now
Twisted, twisted, saw it from the start
Separate now
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
(Hey!)
(Don’t write that down)
(Don’t write that down)
I’m the uncrowned king of thе cigarette machine
It’s еverything I seemed to dream
I gotta chase myself outta this room
Seen so many in the month of June
In the half-lit light of the summer moon
Old town squares up against the blue
Separate now
Instant heat and a sense of you
Separate now
Twisted, twisted, saw it from the start
Separate now
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
Twisted, twisted, saw it from the start
Separate now
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
(Hey!)
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
Mercy, mercy to your black heart
I’m the uncrowned king of the cigarette machine
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White Rose Movement Lyrics – Cigarette Machine