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Lyrics: Smoking Popes. Breaking.

Breaking, breaking up
Breaking, breaking up
Breaking up with you

Breaking, breaking down
Breaking, breaking down
Breaking down without you

I saw you standing in my dead sparrows
I should have known but who could have guessed
And when we kissed I felt like a woman
And I was shocked and you'd get offended

Now I've spoken
Spoken till I can't breathe
Spoken till I cannot breathe your name


Smokey, smokey trouble
Smoke gets in my eyes
And I can't see your face

I was walking in your shadow
Until you turned out the light
I stumbled around
I was lost but now I'm crying