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Love is like a cigarette It burns, burns slow Shoved down your throat This burning flame And it grows alone But you sit and watch the fireworks You sit and watch the fireworks This fire inside you, dying to be shown But it never makes itself known 'Cause the passion is just too much A burden on your shoulders A greatness never achieved Because circumstance made us believe That it has to be a certain way At a certain time Instead of just letting it happen Instead of just living life Wish I could be happy for you But my screaming inside I should be standing in the place you are right now Instead, I'm churning in time I don't need to be a part of your monkey show Your money-making circus scheme While you mold me, break me Make me what you want to be 'Cause the melody has been rechained How much profit from it shall be gained? Can you just remember the love? Or that if it's good, that they will come Will you ever find a perfect niche Or get on your knees, a sorry bitch So much circumstance leading to nowhere Love is like a cigarette It leaves a scar Sometimes invisible, but sometimes it stays And never ever goes away You just wanted to share what you hold dear But you're punished for it, so you should never speak of it So all your emotions you should retain All the passion and all the pain But then what's all this for In the first place?