Cigarette Machine

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Fred Eaglesmith - Pop

Cigarette Machine

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Stumbling past your house baby At the break of day I thought I saw your silhouette Dancing across the shade And I went out to the mission And I called and called your name Till an angel with a face like yours Came down and let me in I thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine In a bottle in the gutter In a window on the street In a storefront, in a picture, on an old broken TV I swear it was you staring back at me I heard soldiers' voices by the city gate There were junkies lying on the ground They made me look away And I spilled you on a mirror And I chopped you into lines And over some old kitchen sink I swore I'd let you die I thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine In a bottle in a gutter In a window on the street In a storefront, in a picture, on an old broken TV I swear it was you staring back at me Old radios and broken mirrors Dog-eared things I read Worn out movie stars In faded limousines And I battle through my own charades Of coffee cups and clowns I can't keep up with parades I keep falling down I thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine In a bottle in the gutter In a window on the street In a storefront, in a picture, on an old broken TV I swear it was you staring back at me In a storefront, in a picture, on an old broken TV I swear it was you staring back at me

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