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Pour AnotherPour another glass of her warm smokeInto the river and let it rest 'Til my thoughts get weary, until they float I feel the smoke rising, heart in my throat Pour another glass of her warm smoke Until I sleepwalk back home With the stench of her perfume all on my coat And yet another morning, I wake and I'm alone But I know But I know But I know But I know |