Morphine & cigarettes

This song makes me want to smoke long, skinny fags with an incredibly stylish cigarette holder, ash barely hanging off the cigarette, lips red, loose dress swaying as I walk through a dim loft in a skyrise overlooking New York City, ready to pour a scotch from a crystal canter with my dapper counterpart.

Enjoy!

 

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