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You're secondhand smoke, secondhand smoke, I breathe you in but honey I don't know what you're doing to me, mon chérie, the truth catches up with us eventually- I try to say live, live and let live, but I'm no good at lip service, except when they're yours, mi amore, I'm coming for you and I'm making war