.Saturday night, the lights are all lit up
There's a bottle of wine beside an overfilled paper cup
And the cigarette she left lit is all burned up
But the heat from where she lay is not
Like smoke from factories, we leave our heat behind
Like wound down batteries, hearts stop somet.
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